In some places, there is peace…so I hear
Where people like me can be free to dream
But peace is a rumour you won’t find here
I wish that I could find a soothing balm
To take away the pain of my nation
But more likely, all I’ll find is a bomb
Indeed I hope to one day live in peace
In a healed land restored to unity
But instead we are fractured piece by piece
Perhaps some day the conflict will be through
And former enemies will become friends
But today, even I took rocks and threw
How is it that we have becomes so cleaved?
We need some glue so we might become cleaved.
Off prompt today at napowrimo.net. in each tercet above,the first and this lines end with homophones. The final couplet has each line ending with “cleaved”…but used with opposite meanings (cleave can refer to splitting apart and joining together, making this word its own opposite)