Evoking.
Oh Muse, bearer of wisdom, may your words
which traverse the globe
by verse affect attitudes, move objections,
enlighten egos, rock divisions,
reunite misunderstandings and by power of
digestion redirect what
the populace thinks unassailable and forgets.
May poetic energy slice through innumerable
rules, instil sympathy,
drown separation, re-find buried faith within
faded friendships, appeal
for awareness to remember hatred no more,
help those regret who,
prejudice-laden perceive hostilities and kill.
May powerful words smash inbuilt deviant
desire for retaliation,
create instead meant relationships, lasting
handshakes which re-shape
distance placed between hearts by age-old
spiteful groundless pride
that grows no action for lasting happiness.
Oh Calliopé, never forgo scribal ability for
evoking soul-felt change,
guide poems pleading for needy erection
of love\'s fallen portals,
re-invite causes for unearthing paradise
in this war-riddled earth.
Peace needs minions\' pens, at the ready.