PEACE

Is it the escape of war
the joy of freedom
ectasy undescribed in survivors of POW camps
who tell gruesome tales of torture
ovens in concentration camps
lynching in southern trees
whips hitting south african children crying please
doves white with a olive branch
troops dying under the stench
of souls of ignorant leaders
amputated arms, and legs of foolish believers
children corrupted by national decievers
dictators who superpowers murder for oil
is it the blood, sweat, and toil
that prevents food from growing in soil
or the insanity that makes your blood boil
to a point of no return
the lessons we were supposed to learn
from political assasinations
from commercial affliations
biblical revelations
a mental type of sterilization
while the president is on vacation
we see bombs explode in Gaza
bullets in the backyard scaring Mama
the media glamourizing drama
the miracle on the hudson
all of a sudden
we forget
the words etched in stone
peace, peace, but there is no peace
when will the madness cease
as another child is born
in a country war torn
Obama the saviour of a nation
sure ya right!!!
kiss your children tonight
say a prayer
there’s more hatred out there
about Amerca they truly don’t care
all in love, and war is fair
never will i call this prophecy
but there are too many types of enemies
for my soul to foolishly
allow my mind to ease
in the hope of peace
not when i see the evil of the beast
demon’s preparing a feast
of truth, and innocence
devouring common sense
drinking the blood of helpless people
who forgot to hide in church steeples
an all you can eat meal
wake up smell the coffee for real
it’s not maxwell house, or mighty mouse
sex in the city, or house
america’s top model
or a message in a bottle
it’s just a dream
we all dream
called peace

all writing copyrighted by the artist elite inc. 2009

Author's Note

IS PEACE REALLY POSSIBLE?

Reviews

[Anita B Jacques]

Wow Keith, nothing more for me to say about the ugliness in this world. Reality of it all, find it in my poem, you could just say, the face on your picture says even more, it's like giving up. The truth of it all is hard to take. I'm 66 years old, had more then my share of pain, I also see the other side of the coin. Love and hope, a smile from a stranger, a voluntary hug and kiss from a grandchild. A beautiful sunset or sunrise. Look away from the darkness before it swallows you up completely. Remember the crucifixion.