John Lawless Poet Free verse

I Speak of Peace

I speak of peace
You call me a war monger
I offer you a hand
You refuse it for it is empty
I share my lunch with you
You complain it is not enough
I am concerned about the state of my country
You don’t understand as you have abandoned yours
I speak of unity
You call me a racist
You speak of racism
And call yourself  “woke”

Am I but a silenced voice
A distant bell tolling
In an empty graveyard
Words gone stale
For lack of understanding
A dream laid waste
By wordless whores

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Hilda Greenhough April 13, 2024 at 11:31 PM Excellent words. Oppositional actions are the games of children. Some persons still have not been raised.

Lin Lane April 13, 2024 at 8:46 PM To speak with that level of tenacity is far from being silenced. Voices offer words of peace, but few listen. I'm hearing the song, Sound of Silence... it was certainly heard. "People hearing without listening..."I prefer the version by Disturbed. Good effects, John.

Gershon Wolf April 13, 2024 at 7:53 PM Ooh. If those are woke voices, then I want mine to be sleepy.