Tug of Peace

Peace
It’s a tug of peace

when you’re content
with no release;
you’ve lost total interest in
relearning what love is.

It’s a tug of peace
when you’re stuck in 
a state of painful bliss,
and you dread the old game
of ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘please.’

Tug of Peace

It’s a tug of peace
when you can’t and
would rather not see,
and instead of trying,
you find comfort in dis-ease.

It’s a tug of peace
when you’re a fire rat
but you hiss at cheese;
you don’t take classes
but you pay the fees.

It’s a tug of peace
when you barely grow
but rapidly increase.
You’re scared of life,
buying 0 at 24 apiece.


Sir Paul McCartney’s ‘Tug of Peace’ goes:
No no, your troubles cease when you learn to play the pipes of peace
It’s a tug of war
No no, your troubles cease when you learn to play the pipes of peace
What with one thing and another
it’s a tug of war
No no no no

It’s a tug of war
No no, your troubles cease when you learn to play the pipes of peace
It’s a tug of war
Learn to play the pipes of peace
Pushing, pushing
Pulling, pulling
Pushing, pulling