![]() PEACE ON EARTH AND OTHER MYTHSA Poem by An owl on the moon![]() I want to believe in peace... I want to believe...![]() ![]()
How breathes vile peace… in bruises and war… and fierce death
untold… the stench of souls wrenched from flesh… vast fields of carnage thrust on a child’s
eyes… smoke veiling heaven’s gates from a thousand burning cities… Happy homes undone… torn in two… wedded bliss marred with bones asunder… ripped
bands and promises… torn like parchment… as his fists pound her once smiling face… Those scars cut in the shape of hearts on wrists… blank stares from the mirror… hated
reflections... screams concealed in workaday toil… dreams unrelenting and
unfulfilled… And there are songs of peace… to fill this earth of war… yet
is peace even found in your own head… your heart… How can it ever fill a world
so choked in power and conceit and hatred? Are these only myths we teach to children to give them hope,
when in our own lives they lie as distant legends now unspoken… unlived…
undone? © 2011 An owl on the moonAuthor's Note
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Added on November 14, 2011Last Updated on November 20, 2011 Author![]() An owl on the moonAbout"There are only four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for.. and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: ONLY .. more..Writing
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