Peace

Very fragile or perishable and well

fickle is the peace of the world

how to keep a good tolerance

that no one knows how

pulled honor solitaire card game of life.

There is no point to the eyes

not to close the hexagons

eyes tomorrow to pass.

Today, I am still alive,

I do not want to live in fear of vain

as well as anger, racism whip

hit us in the back there is madness

chains of unnecessary work.

I can not be silent or words

suitably arrogant. Peter Pan

went berserk fairy Tinkerbell is not

no longer happy in the air fluidized bed.

Now you do not stop this reverie

What more can be found in which the

the key still in vain to whip up hatred,

and blind like headless chickens

run around the garden.