Poem #4 for National Poetry Month
In response to the prompt “Hell in the Holy Land”
An age old fight, for freedom, turns to blood shed of innocence – because no one knows what they’re fighting for. If they only knew, they’d then stop. Suddenly – everything would stop. And the illusion would then be completely revealed. Everything would stop. So long as we fight, we are starved. So long as we pretend, we suffer. It is coming to its end – because it cannot go so much further, as people are waking up, people are stopping.
You speak the truth friend. We must fight the good fight with love.
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