Give us Peace, he shouted This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.


Inthat gray gray room without any windows I asked,
"will they make him amartyr -
you know, write a song about him,
talk about him like somethingchanged because
something was bound to change anyway?"
You laughed butyour eyes shot
spears of something serious into my head -
my ghost headsomewhere in the back of the room
looking at every crack in thefloor.
"I'm serious," I said, "how will we talk about him
ina month when we're blowing people up
in the name of all that isAmerican?"
Don't start with politics, your forehead
shouted throughcareful wrinkles: what do you know anyway?
I could tell you were frustrated,but so was I.




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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