Peace Treaty Desire

It comes as a painful aching,

strange pulling within my chest,

is the pain from you or I?

~

Lungs singed by napalm blasts,

angry word bombs raining from the sky,

both riddling each other with bullets.

~

Where is the love?

Neither one budging in negotiations…

He said…she said…the wasteland.

~

Walking from the battleground,

head hung in Soul’s sadness,

unfulfilled peace treaty desire.

(c) Amanda Wilson 2013

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