By Mary L. Gardner
Central New York Branch
We went to war to find them.
The search was costly, an obsession
born of fear and stubborn certainty
robbed of wisdom.
Let us look again. It is not too late.
The clues are ubiquitous –
no gates or walls to scale,
no caves or tunnels or dark paths
to mystify, no foreign shores to seek.
Abuse of ourselves, each other, the planet
Arrogance Nationalism Racism
Ignorance Illiteracy Despair
Health care a talking point
Wealth disparity stretched to obscenity
Vast and profitable materiel of war
Divine guidance ignored, trivialized
Embedded caches, these,
scourge of any nation, breeding
killers anonymous until infamous,
weapons of mass destruction
closer and closer to home.
So are the ways of everyone who gains by
violence; it takes away the life of the possessors.
Proverbs 1, 19
I really like this poem and the way it is laid out. So rational. I have read it several times and keep coming back to it. Great use of strong passionate words to convey the message.
Thanks.
This needed to be said. A powerful poem!