Thursday night was a great night for me. It was the opening night for The Museum of Features Visual Poetry Exhibition and I performed a poem that I wrote with my friend Ripley. 479 more words
Blinded by greed and illusory need, We can blot out the guns and the loss of our sons And our daughters who bled and the child that lies dead For some war of attrition, caused by the ambition of cold politicians. * ‘It is over the sea’ and ‘it can’t affect me’, So the litany goes. Insecurity grows And the synthetic fear they created is here So we're watching each other, distrusting our brother and hate one another. * As lambs to the slaughter, we think as we ought to, Obedient sheep, we are living in sleep. We are manipulated till war is created Believing the snipe and the media hype till their mandate is ripe. * They call it our duty and blind us to beauty, Creating confusion. Refuse their illusion! My peace begins here, in rejection of fear, When I choose to be free, to wake up and to see that my brother is me.