|Blog For Peace!
We ask for peace
but are at war in our own households
We tell soldiers to abandon their weapons
while we sleep with guns
under our mattresses
We expect countries to share borders
and we can not share our own children
without tearing them apart from inside
How can there be peace
when our hearts pulse with anger and hate?
Who will teach love
to the child whose mother was murdered
by her father?
Who will bring peace
to the child who sleeps with
his brother's ashes in a coffee can?
A classic from Elvis (no, not Presley!)
submitted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Peace
and BlogBlast for Peace 2011