Tuesday, May 6, 2008

This May Afternoon*

Lilacs bloom to their own tune,
it means that spring has not been ruined.

A war is raged against our will,
the cost is priceless, endless ills.

I think of You and how you serve,
of this our country's leaders herd--
their tunes of war they roll their drums,
yet Tolstoy's  "War and Peace", not done.

It takes a Village with a voice,
to ring out truth, explain the cost--
of weapons far and weapons near
the cost computes they do not hear.

My village is the globe, it's heart
I hear it's cry, I see it's spark
I know it's truth, I know not all
I only know that war is wrong.



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Awesome! I love your thoughts. And I enjoyed reading them on this May afternoon.