Peace
Under the willow by the brook
On a quiet spring morning
I sit alone in the silence
A cool breeze on my face
Watching the sky
As the silent cotton clouds float by
Peace…I have peace
In my secret hidden place.
--
When I am in the crowd,
My peace is shattered
By the noise and rapid movements
Of the masses in scattered paths
Full of pain and rising volume
From a whisper to streets of screams
In the turmoil of the change
In our society
Not a community anymore
Just chaos in the air
--
As countries raise their guns
Pointing at one another for no reason
But power and cold revenge
Against actions long forgotten
By most of us, but not to some
Who kept score and won’t forgive
Until the bullets fly, the bombs are dropped
And all is destroyed
In war
No peace to be made by them
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I lie in my bed
Pull the pillow over my head
To drown out the shouting
To silence the noise
In the darkening night
To quiet the fear
In my blackened heart
Maybe one day
I can go back to the willow
Maybe in the future I can have peace…
Once again.