they tell us it’s in
our heads, that we’re
broken, but the truth
is buried deep inside
our veins. hatred is
not a sickness of the
mind, it’s a sickness
of the heart, of the
world that feeds us
lies with silver spoons.
we swallow pain like
pills, but anger isn’t
a diagnosis, it’s the
product of poisoned
ground where we’re
forced to plant roots
in. don’t you see? it’s
not us who need the
cure, it’s the soil, the
air, the sky, soaked
in love buried deep.
burn the prescription,
the medicine, and let
ourselves finally heal.
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Comments4
A strong message that comes through clearly in this poem pleading for peace. Lovely
Thanks Soren, I appreciate your continued feedback and support
I really enjoyed this well written poem, and i hope we get what most of the normal world are crying out for, Peace.
Your words are true. It seems as though there is so much hate in the world as our government feeds us lies. And it doesn't seem to be changing. I too wish peace for all. Thank you for this great read.
Beautiful poem. Finely worded with a strong message. We live in a world of conflict, hate is an awful word. I enjoyed reading your stanzas. Thank you.
Thanks Cassie, I appreciate your thoughts on my poem and your continued support. Have a Merry and peaceful Christmas
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