Jealous, sorrow sulks at Peace.
Angry in the face of calm, violent.
Making the attack, it only wishes release.
Separated from the raging storms of life,
Peace unlike its more volatile cousin desire,
loves its own company, nothing causing strife
Unhappiness and desire a coalition of discontent.
The soft walls of contentment try blocking the assault.
But peace, a frightened bird, is driven away, totally spent.