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Peter Barlow Poem
The right to retaliate.
Is this a human right
Or wrong? Hurt me,
I suffer. This is not
a shared experience.
Knowing pain and anguish,
Being human,
Can I inflict
The same on you?
Can I fight your hate with love?
Can I hold you close
until your heart melts
And sees my world?
The wounds are deep,
I am scarred, and
Bear the marks of your hate.
Can my hate be turned to love?
Hate and evil
Lie side by side
Love and good
Have no bed.
Hate and evil
Comfort each
Other with
Might and right.
Love and good
Rest in the heart
Of humanity
And the meek shall inherit the earth.
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Copyright © Peter Barlow | Year Posted 2023
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Peter Barlow Poem
Grief rolls in on waves,
And the ebb and flow of
Memories flood in
Like a winter tide
The tears rain,
Enough to fill an ocean.
No sun to dry them,
No good holding back.
The tide won't turn.
The sun won't change its course.
The dead won't be resurrected.
The storm on the horizon is here,
And the sun hides behind
Dark grey clouds of despair.
We mark their passing,
Scattering what remains
Into the sea
To ease passage
To the next Life,
And hear misery,
Crashing on the shore.
Copyright © Peter Barlow | Year Posted 2023
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