WAR on PEACE

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Let's have a war; we’ve made up rules
So God won't think that we are fools.
They were conceived in Switzerland.
To keep war 'right', they’re kept at hand.
It shows to all that we are wise
For killing we legitimize;
And say it is completely sane
Providing that it is humane.
We've said it is alright to hate
But just outside a country’s ‘gate’.
Within its walls one shot we see
A crime against society.

We justify our senseless fight
Behind a wall of human ‘right’
To rid the world of all we find
That seem a threat to peace of mind.
But war is just a veil so thin
We use to hide the threat within.
To win we think will leave us buoyed
But winning cannot fill the void.

If we don't try all wars will cease!
Throughout the world there'll just be peace.
When living Nature’s planned ideal
A freedom from the void we'll feel.
Our make-believe will turn to dust
As Nature's way of life we trust.
Without them we will end all strife,
Replacing war with peaceful life.

OLDER FOLKS

I saw some older folks today.
They struggled now to get about.
I wondered how they got that way;
But then I didn't want to shout.

The stride that might have marched to war
Is now a shuffle one foot long.
I see them hoping for one more,
Asking to whom their legs belong.

Some walkers used, others had canes.
It didn't use to be like this.
They don't remember all these pains.
What happened to that life of bliss?

Their sight's not what it used to be.
They can't go long without a break.
For meals they have just toast and tea.
A greater effort they can't make.

Barn dances they remember well,
Their friends and cars, events long past.
What day it is they cannot tell,
Their present recalls do not last.

Some have been locked within their mind.
The barriers they do not see.
It's not in them to be unkind.
They yell at us to set them free.

If only someone else would care;
They seem to be so all alone.
Their children had no time to spare.
It's modern 'life' that sets this tone.

There was one daughter with her mom.
To her she shouts, "Don't make a fuss!"
I wished to say, "Respect her some."
In a few years she will be us.

see "Regrets, Dad", "Mother's Dream",

PROGRESS

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"They" say we made progress today.
I say to them, we've lost our way.
To border walls he's added length.
George says that means we've gained more strength.

Steve blessed our border guards with guns.
We both fight terror with more funds.
The GDP went up some more.
A few got richer; most got poor.

More suffer with obesity;
But ever more kids won't reach three.
Some to ourselves more toys we give
While more can't find a place to live.

Each day new drugs  some lives extend.
Their cost is more than most can spend.
Some more into our faiths were born
To follow paths that are well worn;

But meaning not felt in old ground,
Another group a new one found.
The smog alerts increased this year.
It matters not. There is less fear

Of lives all being thus destroyed
Then spending less to fill the void.
This  'progress' life can not sustain;
And this life will not come again.

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QUESTIONS

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I've tried to wait upon you Lord.
Have I soared on those eagle wings?
I've worked, I did not sit and wait,
With faith toward those unseen things.

I hope and pray with all my might
My faith will soon be justified.
But there's such fear I've been a fool.
I do not know. Should I have tried?

I could have gone another way.
There are so many paths of dirt,
Each with their guards and signs and lights.
Why risk a crash, my being hurt?

I sense that life could be much more
Than conflict, hunger, fear and  hate.
There could be courage, peace and love.
But should I care we're in this state?

I seem here with these thoughts alone.
So should I be  where others plod?
What is the reason I am here?
Am I a fool? Are you there God?

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MOTHER'S DREAM

I go to sleep; I'm forty-three.
With my five kids and spouse with me
We're at our cottage by the lake.
We swim, we sail and then we take

A boat ride to blueberry hill
Where we all pick for pies to fill.
The evening comes, the lake's like glass
That cracks as loons and beavers pass.

Then crickets start their nightly tune
Which ends the day, oh far too soon.
It's so much fun to be alive.
I wake confused; I'm ninety-five.

MOTHER'S GAMES
MOTHER'S HOPE
MOTHER'S LEAVING
MOTHER'S MARKET MEMORY
MOTHER'S MEMORIAL BENCH
MOTHER'S SAD ATTACK
MOTHER'S WAR
MOTHER'S WAKE