
I wail all day
everyday –
in a well
behind a stone wall
inside my mind
where the riot parade
of thoughts ride afloat –
afloat down stream
I watch salmon swim
up to the sun
which blinds me.
Can I call you brother:
You who harbor pain and revenge
You in parliament who scream aye
in favor of your gun-boys and their death-kit
You who are quick to think up evil
like a smart chess move?
Gift me with Angelica
for in a dying world,
even the brightest of stars
lose their shine
Let me grow among
the Passion Flowers,
to seek faith in a whole new way
And of the olive,
I yearn to be a branch
Maybe its trunk
to wear peace like a cloak
Brother, it’s of the same mother
from whose breasts we’ve suckled
On whose loving laps we found our names
Why then the bloodshed that shames
the womb and brings burning tears
to the eyes?
War counts casualties
But peace
is a harvest of people united
I stand for peace
I fight for peace
Come join me, brother.