I just want a peace I said.
While bombs went off
In the distant background.
And the spoon on my table
And the cup of tea
Put on this little symphony
Music not heard around here for a while
I looked out the diners window
And was saddened at the fact
That art came in the form of a tormented horizon
That was painted with the anguish of widows
Without the solace of sons
And the citizens were crestened with grim smiles
What a finishing touch I thought to myself
Piccaso's little Hades...
As the waitress came to my attention
Sorry sir,
No peace here.