Poem The music is so loud...
The music in the air is so loud…
Yet it goes unnoticed daily
The melodies are of wars and rumors of the same…
Things considered unimportant and remotely real
to the routine of simple survival
The mass of the peoples are accustomed to a life
of conflicts…
And have adjusted a long time ago
Truly, wars are bad news…
And rumors of impendent battles accompany high anxiety
and stress
The will to survive becomes one’s greatest
weapon…
New days mean new beginnings
While the instruments play the songs of division…
The spirit of the wise becomes real
Peace in time…
Appreciate it when it comes
It’s like the traveling winds…
That we enjoy sometimes
Let’s embrace the appetite for more brotherhood
on a global scale…
Remedies for the killings, and unnecessary losses
must play more
Let the new band play therefore…
And let’s begin to dance in peace, to peace
and for peace
©2003,2004,2005-2022
Dennis
Dames
Nassau,
The Bahamas
www.DennisDames.com
