The perfume

I woke up one morning
after dreaming about peace.
Peace had finally won the battle
that was fought with as its weapon
the strength of the word.

The word was able to convince people
all across the world of whatever race,
country, culture, ideology or religion
that peace was the essence of life.

The word that people read
was accompanied by a perfume.
The sweet perfume of peace.

Everyone understanding peace,
was able to smell its perfume.
The better they understood,
the more intense the perfume.

People became addicted to it.
It was soothing and energetic.
It created a powerful bond
between the people of peace.

Those not smelling it, felt out of place
and did all they could to be able
to smell the perfume as well.

The sweet perfume of peace.
The perfume of the new world.