A Pawn Piece (Upon Peace)

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A Pawn Piece

 

Today I talked with the cars,

And they told me they’re tired of refilling;

They wished they could stop all their killing

And park in a peaceful garage.

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The birds, then, twittered a bit

And spoke of the ‘flu’ they’d caught;

They wished that they could be shot,

To be at peace to rest.

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The dogs barked out their grievances

Upon the trees who sighed, ‘How they steal!’

And said that they’d make no appeal

For any piece, big or small.

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The trees, then, spoke to me

And told me their tale of woe;

They wished the bulldogs would go

And leave them in peace in the park.

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The cat who’d lived in hunger

Said nothing of her stomach’s need,

But talked of love, instead of food to feed,

Though a piece of fish would be nice.

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The rock that sat in the pot-hole

Spoke of times when he was the peak;

As a mountain, he’d never felt weak:

Now he’s not even a piece of it.

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Not knowing what to do,

I left them in their misery

And wondered if peace was worth the price

That these could say they were willing to pay…

About cdsmiller17

I am an Astrologer who also writes about world events. My first eBook "At This Point in Time" is available through most on-line book stores. I have now serialized my second book "The Star of Bethlehem" here. And to give my blog pages something lighter, I'm sharing some of my personal photographs, too.
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One Response to A Pawn Piece (Upon Peace)

  1. cdsmiller17 says:

    Written for my son, Derek, when he was still ‘knee-high to a grasshopper’.

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