Peace Poems | Laurie Corzett

Study War No More

What lesson can be applied?
When imperialist troops crash down upon a people’s pride?
When might as right meets the instinct to survive?
When Midas greed lashes out to destroy?
We’ve been here before, o my brethren, o my children—
repeating fouled lessons poured into our thirsty minds,
pushing back the horror before our eyes with blinding rage
forged into weapons by mortal foes
who hide in plain sight.
The only thing I know—
The lesson repeating agony in all our souls,
haunted by the pleading eyes and bloody hearts
of slaughtered sacrifices to malignant gods—
There is something vital here to learn.

Clean Up

April 135
©2023 Tina Rimbaldo
photograph

I dislike the implied
     mess of violence.
Peace is more tidy,
clean and inviting.

Why waste precious metal
in deadly intent
when a kickass party
can pay the rent—
a rant and rave relaxing
pent up pain.

Where’s the percentage of gain?
The perception that rage requires
release within this people cage,
to ease torment of feeling less
accepted,

Reflex flight or fight? Psychobabble hype?
Nobody  needs to violently die today.

Luminescent Choir

Singers in the fog.
Outlying voices thin, yet growing;
accruing sound, like liquid, flowing.
Emoting tales of woe, resistance.
Shouted sighs of denied existence.
Insightful chants insist persistence.
We never died.  We’re knitting strong.
Born into a world-wide village.
Only from ourselves to pillage.
Hear our song.

Some bright good morning of
fish and loaves, cake and wine,
capacious tribes adjoin in movement.
Shining line of peace.
Terror’s fear released.
Music, celebration in the streets.
Flower scented candles,
vigil against shame.
Blazing through miasmic mist,
Apollonian flame torches banners of
hostilities falsely triggered
in our name.

Come harmonize, aloud:
We’re alive and proud
to descant, dispel dank chill.
Sing to vanquish fog.