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Wednesday, January 3, 2024


 

destruction and bombs
corruption has fallen
terrifying fires
finally die down
spilled blood
sadly congeals
mad rivulets of red
soaking into
sacred ground
explosive thought
arose calling
buried beneath
piles of corrosive ash
still peace and solace
morbidly caught up
by formidable lust
trust was
never found
so bloody truth
so well concealed
hidden under
a lying crust
vying beneath
crying oceans
denying blood
hope tries
not to be
misguided and covered
righteousness plastered
against agendas
of greed and war
so much
on this global menu
old scurrilous hatred
slurried into mud
what if
there is
no meaning
what if
there is
no solution
what if
love was
always streaming
what if
joy comes
with resolution
what if
resolute harmony
brightens all
our days and nights
what if happiness
with all its
levels and layers
resolves all
our work and play
letting peace
invite wisdom
create all
reassuring dreams  
safe homes of hope
let love
exist in goodness
hand in hand
answer all
our worldly prayers
let us all
be truly whole
live with peace
both heart and soul
truly as sacred cares
beyond destruction and bombs
creating all those
hopeless vacant stares

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