are they still killing in the name of peace are children still stumbling with bloated bellies too dehydrated to cry a single tear from their sobs are they still skinning the vanishing species and smiling into cameras are they still arguing about when and where and how much will it cost and is it worth it and how can it be done and if so who will do it best and what commission can convene that will calculate the precise moment of peace of mind, and nation and world – Really? after all the creaking of ropes and the dragging of chains – the stench of human ash – the scourge of dis-ease born of hatred ignorance and illness un- checked – Really? We marched with arm-bands and flowers in our hair and sang songs and laughed dancing into a future certain to be lit by eyes sparkling – untired – untried -so untested – and yet – still this graying warrior aches and wonders – in heavy eyed mystification – Really? Really? Really?
in the name of peace
are children still
stumbling with bloated
bellies too dehydrated
to cry a single tear
from their sobs
are they still skinning
the vanishing species
and smiling into cameras
are they still arguing about
when and where and how
much will it cost and is it
worth it and how can it be
done and if so who will do
it best and what commission
can convene that will calculate
the precise moment of peace
of mind, and nation and world –
Really? after all the creaking
of ropes and the dragging
of chains – the stench of
human ash – the scourge
of dis-ease born of hatred
ignorance and illness un-
checked – Really? We
marched with arm-bands
and flowers in our hair
and sang songs and
laughed dancing into
a future certain to be
lit by eyes sparkling –
untired – untried -so
untested – and yet –
still this graying warrior
aches and wonders – in
heavy eyed mystification –
Really? Really? Really?