Washington D.C, 1947/Paris, 2015—Living Life In Peace
Thinking of the thousands of lives which have
ended unnaturally over the past decade,
and now at this late date,
the dozens gunned down and blown up
in Paris.
The door has been closing
for over fifty years,
from that summer,
pen in hand of the elected politician,
power of the people vested.
Suddenly dozens of crows lift from a nearby tree,
a mini-cacophony in their cawing,
the Sun seen to flash off black wings
against the blue, even in the distance;
beauty so far removed
from the darkness across the ocean,
the other side of Earth
we’re never allowed to see clearly.
To some it looks like crazy men
killing out of vengeance for not believing
what they believe,
to others a diabolical regime,
unseen and hidden behind half-truths
of conventional wisdom and the great
unknowable outside the system.
Will we ever be free—
meaning all of us at once—
meaning living life in peace?
For all we can do,
we believe in that possibility—
living life in peace,
living life in peace,
living life in peace.
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