! An Angry Poem About Peace

This is an angry poem. About those weasel phrases which blow like paper in the street going nowhere, hiding truth, helping us to deceive ourselves. 'The pee-yus pro-sayus' - say it in the Irish voice of obscurantist politicians often enough and we'll accept it as a term, and believe that it needs hard work and forward planning and careful progress and compromise and agreements and initiatives and 'generous' concessions and declarations of intention and cautious examination of opponents' motives in the 'battle' for peace and coming together to establish differences... Peace is what is eternally there when war and strife is absent. Eternally. I can't remember Christ (was he Catholic or Protestant? I just can't remember...) saying 'Peace process be unto you'... uh, when would that be? ... or commanding the waves of the Sea of Galilee 'Engage in the peace process - be still'... somehow it just doesn't seem to carry weight as a blessing or a do-it-now... 'Go in process towards peace, my child...' I wonder why that is.