I meant to say that "hope and peace" are secured in various ways--often in unlikely situations. Dramatic necessity often dictates. East Texas Red deprived the hobos of basic necessities of life---food. They returned a year later and secured a measure of justice when they killed him. (Not unlike the tale of The Green Knight.) Peace was secured for the moment. Hope for the future, in the moment, for themselves and other 'bos, was a relative reality.
So both ideals were served.

Talking Union's ideals needed confrontation before momentary hope and peace might be a reality.

The Bugs Crawl In takes note of the peace of the grave---a reality for us all. Hope, after all, as Studs Terkel noted in his last book's title, dies last.

Blood On The Saddle reeks of the irony that this guy should never have climbed up on that horse until he did "know his song well before he started singing." -- Here's classic tragedy -- a result of our own actions in the end. He found peace and lost all hope in the same instant.

In Rye Whiskey his momentary Hope and Peace are both found in his bottle.

(Also, all of these, like all songs, actually, are love songs if you look between the lines.)

Art Thieme