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Blue ice, whiskey & whispers: a tale of true peace

Life of uncertainty


An entry in the 2015 Rivers Award
for Writing on Peace & Harmony

Take my plea my uncertainty,
Take my hands and warm them.

I’m but cold and anxious,
Wayward and crooked.

Life is but a dream,
But reality is a back lash,
My utter disgrace is my poverty.

My long lost sovereignty,
I lay in asylum for you aid.

Take me and rescue me,
A life of endless misery.

I was told by pastors and priests,
The poor can go to heaven.

But I didn’t sell my riches to be poor,
A statistic of injustice,

An aimless ingrate.
Only death will bring the peace.


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