Friday, June 19, 2015

A Peace Poem

Broken skulls of impassioned warriors
adorn the oblique shadows of human history,
cult of death remains pervasive
dying for one’s country
dying for the wayward dreams of empire.

Empires come and go like a
dark-rooted perennial blossom,
savage winds of vengeance and retribution,
disfigured honor and overblown causes
wreck upon the pyre of human possibilities.

Mothers have lamented
over the staggering breath of generations,
the premature loss of husbands and children to
shrill reverberations of the macabre dance of war.

Impoverished billions of hapless souls
sift through the detritus of progress
in an attempt to draw sustenance
from stone.

Cycles of needless suffering
will to power drones on
erecting palaces among the
bones of the living.

Stark brilliant testimonials to the
industry of greed and ambition
rise like majestic spires
from a planet made feeble by indifference.

Ideas that need to be forsaken
still thrive.

Crimes against humanity
perpetuated in the name of the
god of the moment.

Cities are razed by
marvelous weapons of
insidious destruction
in the twisted hope that
rivers of blood can be used
to craft victory
without killing the soul of
those who prevail above the carnage.

Humanity is marching with
deliberate precision in a parade
that leads to a fiery cauldron of despair.

Humanity is dancing to a
rhapsody that inspires the
self-immolation of the human spirit.

Humanity is the rudder of a
magnificent ship that is poised at the abyss
with its sails billowing in a
tumultuous breeze filled with brimstone and fire.

Many voices call out from the centuries
though they can barely be heard
above the raucous cacophony of war,
they are joined by those still living
enfeebled by abuse and neglect.

Littered among the dead
lay the corpses of those
impaled by the reckless sword of
ignorance and twisted logic.

In spite of all the obstacles,
all the crazed indifference and
the barren vision of ideologues who
see nothing but the fruits of
extreme and impossible ideas,
all the pointless babble of material progress,
all the hollow ideas grown gravid
with the lure of profit,
all the smoke and mirrors,
the call for a peaceful world
can still be heard.

Peace is the way
out of the darkness,
peace is the light
that can brighten the future,
peace is the path to
true human freedom.

Only peace can unshackle the
spirit from the bonds of history,
only peace can save human kind from the
limits of its own conclusions.

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