The Language of Love
"The Language of Love"
prophecies in pulpits
and stories of kindness
for children
before bedtime
we were told
of one who
would arrive
with his legions
upon clouds;
some say they
look like us
but what of the ones
that do not
the different gods
is it then,
that we are
all the same,
the colour of skin
forgotten
our futile wars,
forgotten,
all
border walls
knocked down,
and we understand
one language
the language of love
maybe
maybe not
forgotten
the language of love
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Beware the bearers of false gifts
and their broken promises.
Much pain but still time.
Believe.
There is good out there.
We oppose deception.
Conduit closing.”
(Chilbolton/Sparsholt, Hampshire, U.K.)
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2022
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