If we poets make war
who shall make peace?
the politician has his lies
and his choking ties
the electrician his cords
to take lightning of the Gods
but the poet only his pen
which cannot encourage when
stuck in his brother's chest;
woe is the day peace rests...
Copyright © 2011 Leslie Alexis
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