Look
For truth
In rheumy eyes
That have stared down
Relentless seasons, reluctant earth
And have coaxed, nurtured
green shoots of
A planet’s
Hope
Peace
Is quietness
But the undeniable
roar of Calloused hands
Scrabbling for truth and justice
Drowns out sibilant whispers
Of Smooth tongues
That promise
Nothing
This
Isn’t war
Unless it’s hate
That feeds
Hunger
Seek
The truth
Drumming in hearts
That beat in tandem
With the winds and rain…
They sweep clean their palettes
year after thankless year…
And their truths
Have withstood
Time…