For POETS UNITED ~ Poetry Pantry #257 ~From Fire to Blood ~ O' Peace Fly Back ~

Peace is not in the flying bird
as it is disturbed itself,seeking cool branches to perch
as April showers sprinkle, disappear before touching
the parched Earth,leaves,pets petals, and humans-

sprouting tiny greens,bare branches receive the far apart drizzle
did snow suddenly surprise us or the red heat? someone stepped
on peace, stealth and guile sheathed, went on in half daylight
so we should have known,Emperors of Ice Creams

Not long when I was a child,crossed barbed wires,across borders
in camp for two nights, wonder how Mother felt and held us? Tight
then on we came to the green hills, and I knew not,was it refuge ?
or a new land a home of peace-how attained?what was left with enemy-

where are the roots that make a family,out of the masses who survived
you cannot guess,for I have seen only images and heard broken voices
who lost half the thought in trying not to remember,bodies cut slain in fields
why we laughed sang,then we cried silently in pain, in the remains

And the stories continued,told and retold as lands were sold,rivers ran dry
who will care? Who cares? walking shadows drifting falling,dark hordes
seeking failing -and we were so innocent playing games,jumping ropes
reading white and blue and all colors fresh-so we should have known

slavery is not dead,which song is stilled which bird is killed,the eagle
perched how high it flies,its destination the skies-only the discerning eye
can see,only the desiring heart can feel,'of mans first disobedience' we
should know we should have known,so come under the shade,pray and be safe