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 Dec 2015 Jude Gerald Lopez
Clare
Make peace
Make peace with this world
Be wise, be blind
This life is a dream
With only requiem
The song they sing
Make peace
Make peace with this world
Grey hairs have stopped
Adding strength to thoughts
There is no growth
No learning anymore
Make peace
Make peace with this world
The only one you know
It will die quite slow
With men astray
For violence they pray
Make peace
Make peace with this world at last.
 Feb 2015 Jude Gerald Lopez
Clare
The writer's table is vacant.
The Poet's papers fly amok.
The Painter's brush is stuck in hardened paint..
Pictures have been pulled down
and burnt with the fire of intolerance.
Theatres have been vandalised
and stages are silent, empty.
The jobless critic looks for a prey,
hence, there are fewer flies and mosquitoes

The point has been proved
You do we say, we say you do
for our feet are sticky with squishy remains
of pens and easels and words...
No songs will be written, no tales told
We live with fire, in fire, by fire
What else can we do but burn?
We equate Force with Peace, so,
Don't ask - where are the Artists?

The Artists are dead.
In light of recent occurrences across the world pointing towards rising intolerance with art and artists. #CharlieHebdo #PerumalMurugan #PK

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