silver platter,
rotten within,
a sphere of influence
a list of murders,

cheats and
fork-tongued
men and women.

fire in the form of blue skies,
burnt trees in the streets.
yet some refuse to cut off their petals,
. Fuel to the fire.

even without your words and
fists like
dried up oceans,
the world is already filled with

darkness.

let the buildings tremble
in the sight of peace.
let the people
close their eyes in the
sound

of peace.
Oh lord, let us walk with gentleness,
a love that attacks and protects and rebukes and
pulls me back,
let us shake the earth,

to the point of calming the waves
with your peace.
let us be still,
in threatening hope

that points a gun to
the darkness into the wickedness,
and remind it of its future
crushed by light.