I wait for peace
Despite discord,
Eager to reach
Warless afford,
A pact to cease
The overboard,
Of man’s fixate
In a greed state,
While anxious
In fear I await,
The price to pay
For callous ear,
Ignored of way
To render clear,
We left behind
Chances galore,
Of unused time
To amend score,
Waiting for peace
To accentuate life,
In lieu of wanton abuse
And man’s warring rife,
He plays peace as a perfidious ruse!
Poetry on a canapé 
I wait for peace with you. Great poem so appropriate to these scary times.
Thank you Paulette, for keeping me company as we wait for peace. If good fortune survives, it would not be hard, to imagine the possibility of peace agreed, on both sides of the warring yard. Hopefully while we, and the whole of humanity is still alive, so that the upcoming generations may be sufficiently intelligent to achieve what vengeful man so far has failed to accomplish.
Jean-Jacques
I am with you and Paulette as we wait for peace. I know that others will join us…
Thus to you my dear Rebecca, I echo the sentiment of my words responding to Paulette, and all who will join us, hopefully in sufficient numbers to be heard, hence sooner than later as to resound large enough to become a giant thorn on the conscience of the warring powers that influences the life and stability of this planet and all its inhabitants.
Jean-Jacques