A Cry For Peace

Think of me as the expert, who never in the end must fight.
Against my first confidence, I had come to believe that peace was the proper way of life, for the mind of an angry man, often ill, could light a fire.
My persuasion has been for peace.
My words of peace are words of fear.
What is their answer?
We fight an unrestricted war.
Is this to be endured?
I am concerned at what I have learned.
I have no shell into which I can creep.
I grow frantic and quarrelsome all in vain.
The enemy sought us and found us.
We are all part of the world.
Who can rid us of these alien rulers?
Not we, not our friends, not even their enemies.
We have no hope from any because in hate's shadows we must follow until the war is won.

Damn It All To Hell

I am not good.

She laughs when he is crying.

I am alive.

She is prudent and careful and he can see why.

"Be quiet," I told him.

He said what she did not like to hear.
It was a pass of love
Between her pleading and his refusal.
He will not give in
Because she gets so far inside him
That her words are like iron nails.

You do love me.

He loved her.

You do.

Ah ha. He had caught her
But now she was gone
And he was sleepless with longing
His body demanding her presence
But she would not yield to his demand.
He went after her.

I will never be free.