Together,
A word only a few people understand.
Bloodless moon cries out upon the horizon.
The sun burns near the core of the Earth,
Making your hand sizzle at the touch.
“I need help,” they cry. “I need warmth.”
The ocean erupts with anger:
“Why can’t we work together?”
A man at war lost in the Epic battle.
The midst of the heat wave rises by anger.
Two men separated by a long, pointy rifle.
They walk to the surface of the volcanic war,
At its prime.
A liquid drop not of tears, but of cowardice
Character forms beneath the man’s brow.
One shot: the men are
Not by each other, but by
The Earth.
The Earth, the moon, the grass, the rainbow,
The peace created by God;
The harmony of the chirping tweets,
Sound from above.
Where did it go, they wonder?
Now look into the reflection of the vainless moon.
Thousands of corpses scattered on the ground,
Dead.
Why not love?
Why not peace?
Let us walk for peace.
Let the Earth stop its pain.
Politics and ActivismOct 11, 2016
Cry For Peace
A poem about bringing peace and understanding into our world, instead of judgment and hate.
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