THE broken capsule of peace
By benafim
The Broken Capsule of Peace Light blue limpid sky a lamb’s fleece drifts slowly towards the sea, across a vast ocean where a plane fell down into a street, jet fuel burning hopes and dreams leaving behind black smoke and sorrow a peaceful winter morning, Here, the afternoon calm is deep green with lucid flowers, not even a slight breeze breaks the euphony of nature’s silence, while bombs fall in the land of mountains, grey rivers and dust, killing, as wars do, those who dream and water plants. Slowly it’s clouding over, I hear thunder from the east and fear that there is not a hiding place for peace, no valley or oasis of shady palms will be spared by those lusting for war. Savour this moment now before trees are bare in no man’s land Written November 13th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 06:55 AM PST 0 • 1
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