In the spirit of the true peacemakers, who have always shown the way and held up the path of peace to our minds and hearts, and breathed to life the authentic warriors. Who give of themselves to preserve it: defending what is most precious in life, Life itself – the breath and soul of it – with their own.
Long, long ago, returning from a country far, far away…
In the silent chambers of our discontent,
we cried for acceptance.
The sweat of our struggle,
the blood of our fallen comrades,
leaching into our dreams and sleep,
crashing into our thoughts and feelings — rising to a stabbing point of need
to make it all have meaning.
So great was our pain
from the fracturing of our relevance
that we disappeared
into a world of vanquished dreams.
© Carl Hitchens 2010
