I wait for peace
Despite discord,
Eager to reach
Warless afford,
A pact to cease
The overboard,
Of man’s fixate
In a greed state,
While anxious
In fear I await,
The price to pay
For callous ear,
Ignored of way
To render clear,
We left behind
Chances galore,
Of unused time
To amend score,
Waiting for peace
To accentuate life,
In lieu of wanton abuse
And man’s warring rife,
He plays peace as a perfidious ruse!
‘Tis a fitting guise
This hyphenated world,
Of hyphenated people
Barely joined together,
By shortest of lines
Save desperate times,
If but to stay alive
Until next apprise,
Holds indefinite man
That we may not survive,
Yet when discord subsides
Thus wanting to encage
He’ll once more fractionize,
By manipulating wage…
In a language to divide
That largely means create
A hyphenated bide,
For a trusting populace
Heedless of words unwise,
Hence fixed to engage
By a language brigade,
Who finds spread confusion
Among the lesser wise,
Hence maximized demand
To maintain the disguise,
Of a hyphenated man
Who powers world divides!
“under the guise of friendship,
he betrayed them”
Poetry on a Canapé 