The Fallen Sleep and Vote Not

A poem for peace

Let angry men treasure their tragic grievances,
their victimhoods, their bitter orphan tales.

Let unbroken boys praise their heroes 
and glorify their judgeless judge.

Let wailing fathers beautify 
just hatreds in their hearts.

But let all do so under one flag.

Let old communities worship their identities 
as nations oppressed underfoot and undermined.

Let the races canonize their conquered kings,
and anthemize their songs of stinking corpses.

Let each people organize and plot and compete,
but let all earth function as organs of a body.

Right stories end with more possibilities 
than seen in the beginning.

Right planets break bread leaving words of
blood-vowed vengeance in their morning beds.

Not every noble creature needs share
the new stories and unseen visions 
which flow forgetful from forgiveness.

Forgiving can never be compulsory,
But world peace requires one world-government.