Well Fought Peace

Fight for your peace
Sounds strange, doesn’t it?
They call it politics, or was it diplomacy?
No wonder, all bad things have good names.
They show us the Valley
Tell tales of a line
Myths of its movement terrorise our mind
By the border we killed
Or was it just the hills?
Our foes hid in bunkers below
We killed their dreams from above
Soldiers in green, airmen in white
All kill and then die… they had peace in sight
Then the leader will come
Light cigarettes on our pyres

…Peace is back, all is calm
The tourists are back, now money will flow
The border is quiet, the line is still
Thanks to the deterrent… ah, our martyrs too

Written on 1.6.1999