I WOULD IF I COULD
DINE IN PEACE
Man was meant to eat in peace this life
Man was meant to eat in peace this life
but we have come to love
the
taste of our wars and hate,
what a waste this creation
within our hearts has
become.
Prayers are not like wishes
when stars fall
with both dreams and
nightmares.
I do not mourn the murderer fate
but rather the joy,
the happiness,
the revenge comfort
his guilty verdict creates.
Hold me down, lay the witchcraft slab on my chest, force me
to think of it as rest, let me ‘lone until in crushing pain I cry out “I can see, I must agree!
Your way is the right, true, and only way for every society.” Having no love
for power and no wish to accomplish wealth through another’s slavery; I don’t
care so much for your reluctance over my acceptance to be a part of this structure
of a society gone blind, if not of eye then of mind.
(C) M Durfee
4.10.2015
