Peace

Is peace a possibility
In a world so full of hate?
In a world in which
Flowers scorn and mock and destroy
Those which quietly bloom
Adjacent to them
Consumed by the sickly green
Parasite of
Envy?
Is peace a possibility
In a world in which
Time is trampled and tossed and
Smothered into nothingness by the
Slithering hiss of efficiency
A disturbing desire for increased
Consumption at the
Expense of all
Meaningful things?
Is peace a possibility
In a world that has forgotten
What love really means?
Souls neglected while the physical form is filled
Just for moments until the next victim is
Used and abused
Never cherished for the right
Reasons like for the
Sparkle reflecting off her eyes
As she gazes with an awed and open expression at the
Star filled
Ethereal being which is the
Night sky
Is peace a possibility
In a world in which
People kill for amusement?
They laugh and snort and chuckle
As they shoot and strangle and suffocate
Any bit of joy or hope that
Seems it may prevail
Like a small, bright dandelion
Springing up between
Cold and gray slabs of
Concrete
They yank the little flower
From the earth and
Rip it to shreds
Leaving its remains to drift away to
Some far far place they
Mistakenly believe
Might make them feel
Whole again
Is peace a possibility
In this ever darkening reality?
Or will all morality
Eventually cease to
Be?

-Megan M. Phillips

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