Who makes 'profit' from Peace, they say; who
can stake that irony with raw onion’s return on
refluent evidence; yet if ebbed away, it will still
smell scented of money altho’ fail every litmus
smell scented of money altho’ fail every litmus
test in any sense - we’re better served using it
next to prepare for winning all coming conflict
And we let them sing their liturgy t' The Bench
where measured wisdom is in currency of their
convictions; there is too many of us for you all
to hoist with our own petards they’ll claim, but
we don’t see it such, giving Peace a Chance is
a far better plan in a much-maligned strategy
It’s then they will state, whomever pays wins a
place upon the management team - and you’ll
see vistas unimagined: tho’ we aren’t sightless
their paradoxical claim’s an incongruous sham
Humanity’s face disdains; and thus we see the
whom, and where, this enemy to Peace exists
© 15 July 2018, I. D. Carswell
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