I
The whole world is a war and we are its
Victims; you and me…us;
Fading silhouettes of life, chasing tomorrow
In euphoric bliss…
Riding high on a giant white cloud:
A mushroom nourishing on pregnancies
Giving birth to new world war ghosts.
Living today has be indefinitely postponed;
The world has declared war on peace.
II
In psalms of dreams, webbed in the labyrinth
Time spins; praying to the fertility gods,
I stole a hole in space and planted a flower;
Mourning peace amidst
The empty shadows of wars never won.
III
They say flowers don’t grow here anymore:
Earth’s womb a victim of nuclear pus;
And her tissues of civilization lay rotting
From atomic infestation;
Military plagues mutating shells of humanity
Freaked out on self destruction.
As peace suffocates at the conference table,
God is denied a seat.