Choice
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.



























Wonderfully powerful and a great use of rhyme for such a challenging topic.
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Thank you, TJ. It is a wonderful initiative.
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Outstanding contribution, Sue.
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Thank you , Ken. There are some amazing pieces aren’t there?
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Indeed.
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Love this, very thought provoking.
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Thanks you, Sheila.
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Great poem.
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Thank you, Janice.
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Dang. Missed this one. Can’t keep up with the blog roll now that I’m back at work.
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