Of Wars and Things

OF WARS AND THINGS… (A TRILOGY OF PEACE) I The whole world is a war and we are its Victims; you and me…us; Fading silhouettes of life, chasing tomorrow In euphoric bliss… Riding high on a giant white cloud: A mushroom nourishing on pregnancies Giving birth to new world war ghosts. Living today has be indefinitely postponed; The world has declared war on peace. II In psalms of dreams, webbed in the labyrinth Time spins; praying to the fertility gods, I stole a hole in space and planted a flower; Mourning peace amidst The empty shadows of wars never won. III They say flowers don’t grow here anymore: Earth’s womb a victim of nuclear pus; And her tissues of civilization lay rotting From atomic infestation; Military plagues mutating shells of humanity Freaked out on self destruction. As peace suffocates at the conference table, God is denied a seat.