by Ann Taylor

Created on: October 29, 2009

Peace

Where did you go?

I could not find you so I sat to wait

patiently beside the garden's gate,

obviously not far enough from freedom's stake,

as the blood from your perfect body escaped,

turning the soil red with hate.

I screamed with loss - of you and faith,

you lying there, blood covering your face -

your eyes seeing nothing of this disgrace.

Thank God you're no longer part of this maddening place

that has only contempt for peace, truth or grace.

I cannot bear the sense of it.

I found you, and ever so joyfully,

I let you go.

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