The Olive Branch

The Olive Branch

Written by: C. Lee Battaglia

I walked across the field when I heard a scranch,

It was a small delicate olive branch.

Broken into three separate shards,

Just like how all of humanity lost its safeguards.

We as a nation are as this small fragile stick,

With each second, comes a tick, tick, tick.

War isn’t the way,

Stop and look at our present day.

What will be of the future?

It’s as if we’re all stuck in a stupor.

If you think about it, we’re all part of a puzzle,

So don’t sit back and chuckle.

Play a part in picking up the broken shards,

So we may have a new set of cards.

Be the one to help save your olive tree,

Because each of us are part of the larger key.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend.
"Play a part in picking up the broken shards,
So we may have a new set of cards.
Be the one to help save your olive tree,
Because each of us are part of the larger key."
I believe in the Native American belief. One earth and one people. Every life matters. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Thank you Coyote!
I appreciate the review.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome my friend.