Peace.

A peace sign around my finger,
around my wrist.

I want peace for others,
I want it to exist.

Another death,
and warriors cry.

A death of a friend,
not ready to say goodbye.

War is not the only thing,
that disrupts this place.

It's also technology,
and what is transmitted through space.

I fear the media,
beauty causes pain.

Yet I walk around,
always vain.

I want peace,
for people to feel free.

But I cannot find peace,
I cannot even find it in me.