Drums of Peace
i think they expected blood
when they first cut him
with their razor sharp piano wires
wrong
ink not blood cells flowed
poems and stories
plays, essays and jokes
his ideas
her thoughts spilled unto the streets
covered the concrete
the pavement too
each and every dash of white
that mark the roads
a verse became
first one and then another
lined up
in a chaotic
disciplined
structured
straight
double line
the yellow lines bucked
fought like wild stallions
but eventually she won
and he corralled them into simple thoughts
they came looking for death
they found us
we don’t bleed
i warned them
they are
morally
blind
deaf
dumb
they dare to raise a foil
the pen is
and always will be
mightier than the sword
the moral i fear
you can not
delete
satisfy
pay off
over feed
a taste for meat
humans came upon the earth violent
the species behave like vampire
left to their own devices
one day we would be down to one
and the winner is
we all know how that story ends
we will not let it happen
pens in hand
we will write
swirl
curl
punctuate
underline
we will strike the keyboard
like drums of peace
or
even speak through a microphone thing
we will win by any peaceful means
a ruthless peace
be afraid
be very afraid
we are armed
olive branches
words of love
poignant
full circle ideas
we are armed
with the word
one
en guard
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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