Lasting Peace

Waking to an existence of eternity,
knowing it is a lasting form of peace
made for each of us when we have become
non-existent on earth.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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A BALLAD SENT TO KING RICHARD SOMETIME this world was so steadfast and stable, That man's word was held obligation; And now it is so false and deceivable, * *deceitful That word and work, as in conclusion, Be nothing one; for turned up so down Is all this world, through meed* and wilfulness, *bribery That all is lost for lack of steadfastness. What makes this world to be so variable, But lust* that folk have in dissension? *pleasure For now-a-days a man is held unable* *fit for nothing *But if* he can, by some collusion, ** *unless* *fraud, trick Do his neighbour wrong or oppression. What causeth this but wilful wretchedness, That all is lost for lack of steadfastness? Truth is put down, reason is holden fable; Virtue hath now no domination; Pity exil'd, no wight is merciable; Through covetise is blent* discretion; *blinded The worlde hath made permutation From right to wrong, from truth to fickleness, That all is lost for lack of steadfastness. L'Envoy. O Prince! desire to be honourable; Cherish thy folk, and hate extortion; Suffer nothing that may be reprovable* *a subject of reproach To thine estate, done in thy region; * *kingdom Show forth the sword of castigation; Dread God, do law, love thorough worthiness, And wed thy folk again to steadfastness! - - - - -http: //www.everypoet.com/archive/poetry/Geoffrey_Chaucer/chaucer_poems_MISCELLANEOUS_POEMS.htm
A very famous poem though one sadly almost lost nowadays. Chaucer's language is surprisingly direct, even blunt. Writers have been executed for less.