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Our Fleeting Peace (Head-Line Poetry)


Are We Infecting Mars With Our Germs?
We fret about what’s overhead, what’s intangible for most humans, yet we continue to annihilate what’s beneath our feet. We abuse The Mother without so much as attempting to connect it to our own quickening death.

Infecting Mars will only matter if we draw a line_________________in our minds eye _____________from the earth_________________________to the red planet.

It matters most that we see our own infection, see it before Mother says_______“Enough!”…

World leaders react as battle rages in Libyan capital
Rise up freedom fighters! Libya, Somalia, America, Palestine, Haiti, Earth! Cry freedom to the heavens, wail it across the globe! Speak of love! Howl for peace! Weep for freedom!

Freedom’s gait is slow, man’s gait is swift.

Israel and Hamas agree Gaza truce
Despite the dictionary, the word truce is not the same as the word peace.

Truce is not the same as love.
Truce is not the same as freedom.

Truce has become synonymous with “a fleeting break from war”.

It is not up to authority to implement real peace, it’s up to you and me…


© 2011 by mark prime

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  1. Poetry of the DayAugust 23, 2011 at 9:36 AM

    i have never thought about this before.
    Have you read Longing by Mathew Arnold?

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  2. Mark PrimeAugust 23, 2011 at 10:42 PM

    Poetry of the Day,
    I have not read it. Thank you for visiting. Peace, love and walk in goodness...

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