- Vol. 06
- Chapter 12
Who else here is tired of art
imitating life, tearing apart
the human body at joints
and junctions? War points
the way to destruction, becomes
a game children play, strums
the subconscious of unstable men
until some act out battles on women.
We relive and recreate violence.
Hate begets hate. Anger is now incensed.
Picasso’s Guernica becomes wallpaper.
Bullets, buttons. Knife points taper
into fountain pens. We write, paint, sing
and dance brutality. But the good thing
is, we can do better than this. If we just
find and recreate kindness. Let trust begat trust.