Peace This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

June 23, 2009
By , Edison, NJ
Two black helicopters
Army ones,
Like dark wasps
Pregnant with power,
Roar over a neighbor's roof.
Somewhere,
A land where abundance
Is measured by the thickness
Of
Dust,
Blood,
And oil,
Children scurry under desks,
Or worse,
Do
Nothing.

I run outside,
Curiosity pulsing where
There should prevail
Fear.
An infant stretching her hand
To a glorious flame,
I am
Staring, wondering
As the figures retreat
With the sunset.
And while the last light wanes,
The hum of blades
Melting into cicadas,
Know you will sleep soundly tonight;
Our planes serve only to
Darken someone else's sky.
How fortunate we are
And how
At peace.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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