Scribblings

Peace

It's always struck me as strange,

That Achilles as a hero

Is held high

And so revered.

All he did was take

The life of Priam's son.

(An easy task

When but for one point

You're indestructible)

He spared a slave girl,

Not for her own good,

But to soothe his savage pride.

It was Odysseus's

Sly Greek gift plan,

That drew short

A drawn-out siege,

And saved Agamemnon's skin.

Let us celebrate in lieu,

Those that turn the other cheek

And instead of taking up

Spear and shield,

Are brave enough to choose to speak

Loud and strong that secret weapon,

Aim it straight and true at

The warlord's heel,

Make all war cease,

Have the bells peal in resonance,

That mythic word we all should know:

Peace.