Minions.
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 lost 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 self with no kin.
May powerful words smash inbuilt devisive
desire for retaliation,
create instead meant relationships, lasting
handshakes which re-shape
distance placed between hearts by age-old
spite as groundless pride
grows no happiness alongside bitter action.
Oh Calliopé, never forgo using your scribes
to evoke soul-felt change,
guide poems pleading for some re-erection
of love\'s fallen portals,
re-invite causes for unearthing paradise in
this war-riddled earth.
Peace demands minions\' pens at the ready.