Peace was long dead, just like Jazz or Punk or Love. It died when the first bomb fell, the first child was killed. What we have been living in was just a memory of Peace, the shadow, the ghost of Peace. But Peace is not a person, so maybe we can bring it back, if we all pull on the same rope, if we all say no & let the war mongers fight their wars themselves, maybe Peace can be resurrected.
I was not satisfied with my #MPPrompt poem yesterday, so today I rewrote it (in the bathtub), so it better fits my poetics.
#PoetryforPeace
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