Genuine peace  is a tower that permits

          no stairways of suspicion;

Genuine peace is a metal that rejects

           corrosion and attrition;

Genuine peace is an incandescence,

            defying darkness and gloom,

The only known prescription

              with plenty of elbow room,

Affording no strange concessions

                to solutions deemed unjust,

Lending itself to everything

                standing on solid trust;

It’s a rope that’s made secure

                 and fastened taut and tight

Around some fierce embodiments

                  of brutal force and might;

It’s a mirror of unshaken faith

                  that clearly well reflects

An undistorted, general view

                   of precious sound effects;

It’s directives universal,

                    elucidated in summation,

Tranquilizes stubborn egos

                     and smoothens its abrasion;

It’s the only ladder reaching

                      to the top with rungs of hope

That can further be extended

                       with no limit to its scope;

While the earth is overburdened

                        with needs that never cease,

The world at large is better served

                          when it comes to genuine peace.