Words of Peace

by

Md Cooks

Of black and white,
And checkered squared,
Silent strategy,
Fills the air.
No war of words,
Or words of peace,
For bishops of weapons,
Grandeur of pawns,
As blood is shed,
Of meaningless lies.

To shake hands with a Hitler,
And curse at a priest,
This new century’s dawn,
Has learned no lesson,
Like the growing child,
Believing their wise,
When not listening,
To mothers eyes,
And learn the pain,
From these flesh ripping games.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Love Thy Neighbor?
by: Joe Fazio
from: Beverly Hills, CA, US

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