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Posted: January 2nd. 2010 11:40:51 AM
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Peace Slept
by Sparrowgael
Age Group: Adult
The jewel shone brightly,
upheld by the breath of the Universe
in its orbit around the sun.
She wept. And a river overflowed.
What is it now? she cried,
her voice thunder in the mountains.
Again the fever was high
and the child lay shivering
in his cradle.
Each time he seemed stronger,
able to survive,
the infection renewed;
wracking his small body,
wetting the sheets on which he lay,
destroying his strength
and her resolve.
It came from the jewel;
her emerald,
green and blue and glistening
in its orbit.
It was her very body,
transformed, polluted,
poisoning her baby
with every feeding.
It was the infection.
It was Legion.
It was Mankind!
Why? she sobbed,
as she held the dying child
to her breast.
She had given them everything.
Had she not made the earth fruitful?
Had she not given them a garden?
Was there not water to drink,
and air to breathe;
didn’t darkness always give way
to the light?
Wasn’t there fire to warm them,
gentle springs to cool them?
Wasn’t there a cornucopia of delights
on which to stuff themselves?
Wasn’t there enough for them all?
Yes.
Then why?
Why were they never contented?
Why did they behave like dogs
afraid another has a bigger bone
from a better cut of meat,
and willing to die for the conquest
all the while missing the point?
How could they be so stubborn,
so obtuse?
How could they keep offering
up their beautiful, healthy children
as sacrifice to Carnage;
holding their very education
as a bribe to serve…if they live;
feeding their machine
with the blood of their immortality…
stroking the ego of heroics
while ignoring the courage of conviction.
Promising freedom through service,
when the only true freedom
lie dying in her arms.
The baby stirred,
his eyes wide open,
and the heavens were in them.
“Don’t give up on me Mother, ”
her heart told her,
“for I am their only hope, ”
And he drifted off
into a deep and troubled sleep.
WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT??
she screamed,
and volcanoes overflowed
and the earth quaked.
And the battles raged,
and the soldiers died.
And the children were without parents.
And the parents were without children.
And azure hues turned to crimson
as blood flowed into the ground.
While, cradled in his mother’s arms,
Peace slept.
© J. Lorian Young
Author's Location: Concord, New Hampshire
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