Why did we write this piece?
Tell us soul, will it bring us peace?
The 'peace' left in pieces?
//
Perhaps we only have a piece of peace,
That too we must offer, albeit in pieces.
Peace filled pieces, from another species.
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For peace of mind,
We offer this piece of heart,
That too from a heart in pieces.
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Tell us dear species,
What truly are we if not pieces?
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Are we not but pieces of existence, time, and reality?
Are we not but pieces of culture, civilization, society?
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Must humanity become lifeless pieces and pieces?
Can we not piece together peace?
Then what superiority could there ever be for our human species?
A spineless species, creating more and more pieces?
Pieces of species without peace?
//
Where is peace and what are these pieces!
How shall humanity answer for the destruction of species, and species!
Human species being blown into pieces and pieces!
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Was humanity not a noble species?
Was humanity not a chosen piece of species?
Was humanity not created for peace?
What then are these pieces?
//
Where is peace and what are these pieces!
Humanity! Where are you?
Why must there be pieces?
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Listen species!
What will humankind gain from more pieces and pieces?
Are we not a species already shattered to bits and pieces?
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Ask yourself, be honest, where is your peace?
Is there peace? Even a piece?
Or just another heart in pieces?
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Pieces and pieces of peaceless species, blowing the world into pieces and pieces, hoping for peace?
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What a species!
//
Listen species,
Why be pieces and pieces?
Be pieces of peace!
Be a peaceful species!
A species worthy of peace!
A noble species!
//
Let's piece together species,
Albeit in pieces.
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Peace in pieces,
All for another species.
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Pieces of species,
Offering species of peace.
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Piece together,
please.
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Peace together,
please.
//
From a concerned species.
//
Piece in.
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Peace out.
//
The peacekeeper.
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Muhammad Bayazeed
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