Murimi

In the heart of twilight's gentle hue,

Sat Murimi, dining, his thoughts askew.

A man of peace, a soul serene,

In his quiet corner, he felt unseen.

His table set, his meal prepared,

Yet in the air, a tension flared.

For as he savored each savory bite,

A sudden chaos broke the night.

Through the door burst tumult wild,

Violence uninvited, thoughts defiled.

Murimi froze, his heart a drum,

As the chaos unfolded, fearsome and glum.

For in that moment, he learned anew,

That violence cares not for what you pursue.

It finds you, regardless, unbidden, unkind,

A harsh reminder of the human mind.

So Murimi sat, amidst the fray,

His peace disrupted, his serenity swayed.

Yet in his heart, a lesson gained,

That in this world, violence remains.

But still he clung to his quiet ways,

Though violence may haunt both nights and days.

For in his heart, he held the key,

To find peace amidst the stormy sea.