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Posted by Mark R. Prime on May 17, 2011
Syria, Afghanistan, Egypt, Israel, Darfur, Côte d'Ivoire, America, one seed, one family, searching for what’s been buried from view, pinched, squashed and hidden beneath the eyes, within the self-dug grave beneath a solemn verdict.
I, with my thoughts hovering in prayerless ignorance, lowering mass indifference to love underneath the loam, mourn of my self-blindness sunk inside my self-despair; peace and war colliding into the hovering spirits, never to realize the shame in annihilation. War is terrified of peace’s authority and fortification; parallel arms brought together, fists smashing in concert like a battering ram. They are meant to knock down my graveness, remove smirking war from my smiling thoughts, strip it naked that I might again allow peace to take Love’s hand and, like an animal, be content and indebted to simply being…
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