Into the Field of PeaceA Poem by Your Tasty Field AdvisorBombs going off in the city far away As politics and policies argue over inequalities of unimportant matters
Green pieces of paper burn through each rich man’s pocket
As the pour are sucked dry by the pig’s lust for what they have
The innocent get blown away by bullets and explosions
As the lazy people sit and watch it on their television
Far away the sound of chaos resounds over every wall within the city
As the grass whispers to me in its unusual language
The trees wave with a sigh as each gust of breeze passes by
As the grass gently touches my hand in the field of peace
The sun above circles around the planet through misunderstood forces
As the sky whistles with the sound of bird songs
Each sings out with their song but all together as a symphony orchestra
As I wonder through the through the field of peace
Bombs go off
Politics are judged through hypocrisy
Economy falls apart
The pour die pour
The rich die lost in greed
The innocent die on the television
In the field of peace I can find my serenity
My peace of mind
Peace from the sorrow
The lust and greed
I can lose myself in an unbelievable haven
Through my own mind’s doorway
Into the field of peace.
© 2008 Your Tasty Field AdvisorReviews
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4 Reviews Added on May 31, 2008 AuthorYour Tasty Field AdvisorAboutdad, if you read this, you should know the facts before you start assuming that all the dark poems are about you. just saying that you arent always my muse to write thoes dark poems about. so, dont .. more..Writing
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