"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Hope Breathes Faintly

The cradle is robbed to find soldiers
to march off to a war,
cherub faces dying in battles
while greed profits from
weapons that spill blood.

An enemy has a face of all colors,
evil a passport stamped inhumane.

Doves carry backpacks labeled fragile.
Their road to peace
blocked by bombed bridges.

Can there be a victor
when the world is covered in blood?

Hope breathes faintly,
a weak heartbeat in the
chest of those praying for
a tomorrow without war




©Susie Clevenger 2010

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