The want for peace extends our grief, when seeds of hunger sprout. Dark nations suffer with little relief, as the light of mercy burns out. A desire for safety surpasses food, as the future teeters ahead, but stability's in a rotten mood, threatening to mold their bread. The hope for calm describes a plight, of soul survival need. Black children hustle and struggle to fight, despite their continual bleed. A chance for truce remains in doubt, when tomorrow wastes away. Tranquility ebbs and flows about, and probably won't come today.