Peace is just a stepping stone; an end to the war however it is just an end to that and nothing more. What comes next? Nothing? We let all this damage remain just to rot and fester...
We allow the little girl in the corner of some ruined house be afraid of the light in the dark? Cowering and praying to a god that has left her...
In the howls of the night do we allow the boy, a brother, a son, to take up a shovel and burry his mother in the ground where he use to park his bike, that is now melted and burning? Do we leave him alone with his young sister, wondering...
Cold and stiff now is the father who wanted nothing more than to protect his family from enemies which he harbored no ill against, to feed his family. He didn't agree with the army he joined perhaps, he just needed the money. But now he we left a family alone. He died two months ago.
This is peace, the war has ended, here we are left at this stepping-stone. Peace is the end of the war, a halfway, a stepping-stone. Why did we stop here? Where is creation?
How can peace be the opposite of war? How can the absence of conflict be the opposite of destruction, wouldn't creation be it. Why have we stopped here?