I think Peace and Freedom are two separate issues. History seems to prove that Freedom comes at a cost... and often that cost is Peace. This poem is my take on a video of a "Poet for Peace" that I saw on the internet recently.

WORDS OF WAR... OR PEACE?

I heard a poem-for-peace on the web tonight;
but the poem seemed negative, full of anger and spite.
With postures and gestures and tones of great ire,
the writer warned of war and consequences dire!

The speaker narrated that poem for peace,
with eyes gleaming in bright, narcissistic release.
She was angry, not passionate – a poet with spite;
I sadly admit to preferring the mares of the night.

I considered my poems – my writings of war
and bless me or damn me, but I'm bluddy sure
that my words relay much more peace and more love
than those that were spoken by that fiery peace dove!

©Copyright February 8, 2007 by Anthony W. Pahl, OAM

Author's Note: Perhaps something was lost in the broadcast (the video/speech was way out of synch), but I felt a sense of betrayal and discomfort after watching the clip of Venus Jones at Poets for Human Rights Reading her poem, Freedom Doesn't Live Here Any More.

Contributed by Bushranger on February 12, 2007 at 06:20 AM in Anthony Pahl, Poetry | Permalink

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