So Few Are They Whose Legion Is Peace

So few are they whose legion is peace. Did Columbus chase the stillness beyond tumultuous seas? Sails and oars were manned by dissidents, genocide is patent. Prayers and spreads with huge birds were answered with reservations, provisions like prisons, and birthrights lifted. So few are they whose legion is peace. Devoid of wings, souls fly to escape the flaming towers. Barren of truth, tongues lie to secure legends of power, and destroy past ally. It is for youth to pursue truth before the wicked moons glide by. Leap with faith like ten Moses, your Sabbath day is nigh. Race is diversion, kissing cheeks of cliché. Is the spoil more than the sacrifice? The new buds quietly fade; their radiance slowly dies, and the few whose throng is not peace hold their heads so high, while mothers blame the God who watched their children’s suicide.