My contribution to a collaborative poem for the #PoetsForPeace collaboration
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Who better to bear the baton
Than us, the peace-makers,
Champions of the ink-slinging
And masters of penmanship.
To make the world aware of its decline
Than us, rather me
An individual who’s always
Deep in internal conflict
Seeking endless betterment of the self.
Is it wrong of me
To say i’m sick of the pointless killings?
So they can’t prove their point
Through verbal means;
Does that equate a gun
As the best alternative?
Weakness doesn’t begin to describe
The flaw in that rationale;
As an advocate for light i’m ashamed
To call myself human.
Surely, you realize
Our enemy lies elsewhere
Yet all we do
Is kill each other before
We face the real threat that lies
In the darkest recesses of the abyss.
I’m not arrogant,
But i’m not entirely humble either;
To topple the enemy that
Threatens the very existence
Of the human race turning a blind eye
Is leagues away from the solution .
I refuse to wait before the weak-willed
Who deem themselves powerful
Push to establish their power motives
At the expense of human lives
While I wait for a change of heart.
No, to hell with that,
I will channel all I have ,
Ink and all, to the center
Of their consciousness through
A plethora of penned lines
Exorcising the demons that reign
Over their hearts.
– Original-Dante ©2016