Man reading newspaper

A fumbled request for peace, please, before beginning again; just a break in the action
forewarned before the inevitable clash between combatants escalating into ferver, into hyperbole.
But what of the chance for change, so long sought by even the most dogmatic, a plea for a warmly lit past,
a half-remembered world before simplicity gave way to expedience, work to leisure, haves to the have-nots?
A place for rest, within the compound, with a secured drinking supply and canned stew,
roll-up doors and security lighting keep the world at bay, keep the kennels full, just in case.