singed sweet and soft
taste the bruises of an old war
take a look at your cannons
silly toys compared to my hands
the sun can rise and set all it wants
there is no due time for peace to come
rusted ruined and raped
taste the blackened meat and infected eggs
take a look at all that isn’t
an isn’t that almost never was
peace can be made all it wants
there is no more time to end human wounds
taste the bruises of an old war
take a look at your cannons
silly toys compared to my hands
the sun can rise and set all it wants
there is no due time for peace to come
rusted ruined and raped
taste the blackened meat and infected eggs
take a look at all that isn’t
an isn’t that almost never was
peace can be made all it wants
there is no more time to end human wounds
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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