O Anna Niemus
Colors Of Peace - Poem by O Anna Niemus
a skunk dies by violence
a bad smell infects the land.
When a cow dies by violence
her unheard cries pollute the land.
When a pig lives out his life
good fortune accrues.
Annie Besant in the years when Chicago
was the physical slaughterhouse capital
of America saw its aura of red anger
an hour away.
Nonviolence can change any aura
to deep violet.
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