| Frida: | This poem seems piecemeal . . . . |
| Ning: | Well, what d'ya expect? |
| Frida: | Peace without rhetoric. |
| Dmiritri: | Zzzzzh. |
piecesongTake a piece of the waters Grab a piece of the earth Sell pieces of flowers Eat pieces of birds Level off pieces of mountains Insist on peace through might Spread havoc and illness And invent new forms of life |
peacesongPeace to the waters Peace to the earth Peace to the flowers Peace to the birds Peace to the mountains Peace to the night Peace to the stillness The vibrance of life! |
