Voice

Posted in Poetry, Prophesy by - July 16, 2020

The tears of the sun

Drop down on me

The rain always falls

Condescendingly

When it’s time for peace

I feel the rage of war

When all go out to fight

I say, “What are we fighting for?”

I’m a man out of time

One with whom peace

Is far away, far from being

Inside me.

My life is at odds

With everything

Still I have a purpose

A reason for being

Inside every human being.

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