Apocalypse Poetry: The Word of Peace
On a perfect day in June
Two doves flew away
The old man sitting on the park bench
Was reading his word of the day.
.
Along came a man
Carrying a book bright red,
Walking and reading
Scratching his head
He approached the old man
With sadness in his eyes.
“The old timer said
Ask me a question
And I’ll tell you no lies.”
“Old timer please
The world is at war
Do you have some helpful words
So I’ll worry no more?”
The old man smiled
And wrote down a word,
“If peace is what you desire ”
“Then let this word be heard”
“So if I speak this word,
The world will know peace?
Old timer are you mad?
Will your ramblings never cease?”
The old timer replied
With sincerity in his eyes,
“I said if you ask me a question,
I will tell you no lies.”
The man closed his red book
And exited fast
He crumpled up the written word
And threw it in the trash
“Old timer you are crazy,
A single word can’t stop war.
I am leaving now
I will listen to this madness no more”
“Young man this word
Will only work for you.
If you do not take heed
Your dream of peace
Will never come true”
“Old timer you word is rubbish,
It belongs in the trash,
Good day to you sir
Good day to you at last?”
“Young man you have been warned
This word will only work for you.
I tell you again if you don’t take heed
Peace will never come true”
“Yes. Yes. Old timer
I hear you just fine
I have to leave now
I have no more time."
The man with the red book
Ran as fast as he could.
The old man shook his head
Knowing he was misunderstood.
To be continued……….
