Whose head is red with stones
I bring you peace
To you
Whose lungs are filled with foetid water
I bring you peace
To you
Whose skin is licked with agonies of flame
I bring you peace
To you
Whose limbs and flesh are torn by energetic lead
I bring you peace
To you, small one,
Whose belly swells with lack of food
I bring you light and blessing.
To me
Met with a universal fear, there is no peace,
Just knowledge of the way things are.
© Richard Lawson
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