Peace Poem by Tango

Peace

For as long as man has been around,
he has been searching,
for something he has never found.
With his bow, arrow, and gun,
marching off to war, as if it were fun.
Seeing his enemies, and friends die,
why, he has even learnt to fly.
Dropping bombs, and death indiscriminately,
on returning home, he is told that he is free.
But war has become as frequent as rain,
no sooner stopped, it starts again.
The only time the world will find peace,
is when human life, on earth has ceased.