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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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January 7, 2011 at 7:47 AM
Earle sad thoughts.... I am glad for the founding fathers of this country who paved the way for my good life. so many died trying to start a life here.
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