Peace Poem by Jason Petersen

The man I know grew up to be a shape of things not want to be.
He learned to dress to keep him warm but found his dress was not the norm.
And so he grew and so he knew
A tender kiss held so much more than love or lust for rich or poor.
He tasted food made for its taste and learned with that came so much waste.
And so he grew and so he knew
He watched us humans die in wars and put it down to humans flaws.
And found our sacred place was Earth and without which he had no birth.
And so he grew and so he knew

At some point twisted in his mind the truth of all was there to find.
The dream and nightmare were the same a place where God could feel its pain.
A reason for, if nothing less, a something magic with no death, could ease a suffer,
find a way, to make it through another day.
And so he grew and so he knew
Peace.

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