Up and Down

two balls beside themselves,
one blue one red
to men with books on shelves,
one live one dead
what do we need
what do we see
why do we feed
our hypocrisy
without judgmentals
peace does come
perfect medicine
hatred numbed

 

Reviews

[Mito]

I enjoyed this poem. I find myself repeating some of the verse to myself, much like the songs that we often sing over and over when get them in our head.