sometimes words lay
on the page as if they
have always been there
other times they struggle
to be read and we pass
over ignore their need.
hard words are glossed over
hard truth is never told
we read what we want
both sides, yearn for peace.
forget rubble, don’t hear screams
read choice, read asked to move,
read terrorist, read overlooked mass graves.
don’t see terror, don’t see struggle.
don’t hear chants, rocks clinking off tanks.
cries of anger, grief, relief
*we lived this once*
ignore the unreadable words.
over a 1000 children murdered.
choose peace, choose inside your intact
home, choose both sides, don’t choose.
live well, go to the farmers market, got to the rally,
read the words gently before bed
go fast into peace dreams.