(O! To be in a room with these four, what a chance!)
I'd speak to them all of war's useless scratch,
speak to them of drones and Iraq,
of mothers, fathers, children spent of life
for the cost of a damn barrel of oil.
If I had the chance, I wouldn't chit chat,
I'd summon Peace to enter in and dance.
I'd not waste a second on trivial matters,
this would be the time for truth's glance.
I would not be disrespectful in the least,
I'd expect that of them, they'd asked Me to leave,
to which I'd say, the world's been waiting on Peace,
not more bloody wars and militant police...
Of course I would, but that's just Me,
the last one to speak and the least of We.
Love and Peace
© 2014 Mark Richard Prime
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