an ode to peace by Stephanie MyersWith the age of destruction upon our
shoulders, and our angel wings clipped,
we stand stranded without our life
paths plotted a'fore us.
millions of mouths stand hungry at the
entryway;holding their hands to feed upon
the gifts of rice and bread.
Every choice made, we hold with regard,
relenquishing our thoughts and actions.
Smoke and fiery ash bellow above our
battlefields created from our misdemeaning
intentions.
orphans plentify the rubble left standing
beneath our feet;groveling for more than
just the little bits we give.
Soldiers line the field with their grey,
metal appendages reaching toward the sky. The
rain falls red as the floods rise towards,
the centre of the onslaught.
screams ring through the air, as the bone
shattering spray of artillery graces the air
like a thousand arrows finding the bullseye.
The barrage continues as the waves of
pre-meditated peace run through. Never mind the
pieces that lay before them, like a jig-saw puzzle
dumped upside down and not bothered to be picked up.
shards of white metal heat across the desert
with nothing left to mutilate;campaigns run
empty with nothing left to lose.
11/21/2003 Posted on 11/22/2003 Copyright © 2024 Stephanie Myers
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