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They argue from sunrise to sunset, throwing blood on the ground wet with tears of babes. They haggle senselessly, putting a price on peace and stoning themselves with hatred. They pummeled houses with tanks of metal and started a duel with the mountains. They grind soft bones into powder, using it to dress their home. They are the peace hagglers.
They are for peace, they say, yet their guns continue to sing. I laugh without showing my teeth. They fail to see my beauty. They refuse to acknowledge my work. Instead, they splatter evil all over the world. I weep for my clouds; I cry for my mountains.
My hills groaned with displeasure as my leaves danced with agitation. When will sons see their foolishness and embrace joy? Until I steal the wind? Or make my rivers dry? When will they realise the price of peace is cheap? While they massage their ego with foetuses and abort the dreams of teenagers. My silence is at an end. I open my arms and swallow them whole.
They haggle for the price of peace when they only need to love.
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They haggle for the price of peace when they only need to love.SS David
I’m late to the party, it’s the 2nd of February 2023 already, and I hope this year has started on a positive note for everyone. Every day is a chance to start anew and begin again. The poem above (can I call it that?) decries the state of our world. Putin of Russia is hellbent on starting World War 3, and police officers in the United States still kill unarmed and innocent men(mostly black). Kindness is so scarce now that even in our Royal Family, it’s one scandal after another. People are quick to judge and blame everyone but themselves.
Love is the antidote to all the madness and craziness in our world, but why is it so difficult to love? This question keeps me awake at night, and I believe I’m not alone. I know kindness still exists, and decency is still around, but all I see sometimes is debauchery and sexual immorality on our screens. People need to remember what it means not to cheat. Our politicians are only interested in themselves. People can die for years in their homes, and nobody cares.
That’s the reason selfless love is what we need to make our world a safer, kinder place to live.
I choose love over hate and am confident I’m not alone.
May we find it in our hearts to love this year, and then we will truly live.
Much love, always:)
Peace is easy but you have to want it too… methinks that there are those who think war is matter of strength
That’s true. But war isn’t always the answer, nut when it does come, you may have to defend your home. I just pray for peace.
Agree… and we live a bit too close here in Sweden. We have new collogues at work that have fled both Russia and Ukraine.
Oh my! I hope you guys will continue to stay safe. I read it somewhere recently that NATO may join the war soon, and that would ramp things up. Stay safe.
Another beautiful poem. We need a Love Revolution. I sang a solo in church, yesterday morning, with some beautiful lyrics. One line said, “We have judged Your sons and daughters for the sin that is our own.” So powerful.
Thanks for your comment, Jeff. The song you sang is powerful indeed. I’m hopeful that our world will be peaceful one day.
Thank you, my friend!