Violence Committed Suicide

a poem by Jayati

Violence vandalised with rhythmic war dance
Gleeful of its horrendous attacks malicious killings
Non-stop destruction without interruption massive innings.
Vigour, soon a spent up force as booby trap explodes:
Chaos, stench of blood and death.
Exhaustion, forced into silence,
Tired drowsiness.
We witness suicide
The fallen body of violence.
Peace into action
Valediction, obsequies
Storing cremated ashes
In an obsidian urn.
Immortal is peace.