A Cry For Peace Poem by Edward Dzonze

This hatred
i so much condemn,
is man's worst form of relating.
If hate is the only food on the menu,
i'm holding on to my appetite;
suppress the crave until they cook it right
Paint the streets with tears and blood
Assuming humanity is not color blind,
I want to see them walk those streets by day...
i want them to remember the gore.

This hate
i truthfully condemn,
Cannot be a sound track to our evolution.
Hate runs parallel to peace,
it is a muscle to man's concupiscence.
If hate is the only beverage in the bar,
I'm holding on to my thirst,
suppress the crave for the meanwhile
reciting lines and verses that question our sanity,
rhythms and rhymes that expose us to our stupidity.
Assuming we still have the conscience
I want to see them meet the hatred in the streets...
i want them to know how we so much yearn for peace.

We see them hug on t.v
but we don't feel the love in the streets,
We see them kiss and caress
but we don't quite feel the affection.
What's there to embrace
when we see them enjoy the smoke
while a flame is burning to ashes
the face of humanity?
We want to see them rise to the brutality
cease the killings in the streets,
end the terrorism in the world.
We want to see them rise to the barbarism,
end the wars and settle for peace...
We want to see them rise to the tide .