We do not beg for peace —
The War-Men have no peace to give.
    Peace is yours, mine, ours.
        Peace is ready now.

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poetkevinjtaylor

he taught me the wrong ways to love

his love was always a knife my throat

lost the definition of trust

is this all your love

is this what I need

as time tumbles by
eroding its rocky bed
of eternity
in the shallows
we create
pools of stillness
capturing handfuls
to refresh us

on cold January mornings
the pools ice-olate
into frozen moments
we sculpt into memories
until the reality
of springtime
puddles them
drip by drop
back into the current

...and so it begins,
rural against urban,
rich against poor,
change against established,
white against black,
privilege against opportunity,
proud boys against military,
prostitution against dictatorship,
both sides digging in
turning trenches to graves...

and so it never ended

the trees are still green

I have to whisper a lullaby

slowly they fall asleep

all the flowers will fall

the sky won't always be this blue

all the leaves will fall into my hands

I'm falling asleep

waiting for the cold rain

how dare you
discriminate against
those who have
escaped their death
and fought their way
to our land

how dare you
ridicule their pain and suffering
their loss and incapacity

HOW DARE YOU!!!