Peace                                        March 3, 2016
Peace! Peace!
they all cry, We want Peace!

What will you give to have Peace?
Will you cede your thirst for vengeance?

Nay! Nay!
We must be avenged!
We shall call it justice.

Will you turn your guns into watering cans?

Nay! Nay!
For how will we protect our property if we lay our weapons down?

Will you melt your bombs and build playgrounds?

Nay! Nay!
Those bombs keep the reds away!

Will you open the prison gates, shift from correction to rehabilitation?

Nay! Nay!
Make them slaves to stamp license plates!

Will you give medicine to the sick?

Nay! Nay!
For there’s no profit in it!

Will you build homes for the homeless?

Nay! Nay!
Let them suffer in the name of consequences!

Will you feed the hungry?

Nay! Nay!
Food cannot be free!

Will you let women live in equality?

Nay! Nay!
She must do as I say!

Will you let the children have school and play?

Nay! Nay!
They should be seen and never heard!

Will you give a hand to those who lived in slavery?

Nay! Nay!
We liked them better as property!

Then you can have no peace
For you would rather have
Your pride and vice
Than pay the price
Of peace.

It is not peace you want
You want vengeance, guns, and bombs
You want license plates and property
You want power and authority
So please no longer speak to me
Of this peace you refuse to be.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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