Seeking Peace What about us seeing ourselves as poets, Those awkward people eating words on abstract table, Dancing to song unheard and the drum un-beat. Only their pens speak aloud, They just sit within their imagination, In a very silent room. What about us seeing ourselves as poets, You greet me on the subway, And I just walked pass you soliloquizing. Not just a single word of reprimanding You look at the sky burst out aloud In laughter mixed with tears. What about we seeing ourselves as poets Enthralled within a church Preaching sermon in metaphor. What about we seeing ourselves as poets Nations goes to war fully armed with words You shoot me a rhyme, I bomb you a song. No single blood was shed.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 11:48:00 +0000
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