(20 minute poetry)


What then is to be if peace
and we
do not agree?

The snow lays thick and cold the chill that saps the will.

Lights up in the sky, flares to make the eyes water like the chill will if you let it in.

And children on this silent night with hearts fit to burst, with hands clenched tight to parents who've been through the worst and dare only pray that the lights they see are the comings of another day.

Who's to say what's wrong or right and who would dare disprove the might of the mighty war machine?

Those who've seen it can't describe it, but are glad that they survived it and of countless citizens who died an equal number wailed and cried to theirs the maker who seems to have forsaken all.

So let it be then peace.

A pointless plea,
we agree to disagree
and violently.

Silently the cold comes in to sap the will it always will,
pine needles fall all the time and all the time is all that's there.