It is not easy organizing a Peace Project. I find myself getting very moody in spite of really good events taking place, and other good things happening like the monthly Writing Soiree events at the Library where so many of us here who write are listening to each other. Thanks Beth and Library for that.
So I did a bit of writing this morning. Poetry reading or writing is good for the mood.
We are celebrating, huh,
Marking a day one hundred years ago
With songs and poetry.
Even lunch, Sandwiches and soup to come.
Keep warm while we walk and talk,
Able to walk and talk.
Afraid to name the shame
That in this hundred years,
there has been No Armistice, No cease,
No space to cry disgrace,
No Peace. This day remembers war,
And those who joined to take a part.
They fought, not peaceful.
Crying sorrow, mourning loss,
People praise brave patriotic warriors
with words like honor and respect.
The greater loss lies hidden
to speak of it forbidden because they went to war,
and so more follow, armistice broken,
crying voices silenced. Dead.
To grieve those graves
I have to break with honor
Own the shame of conflict.
Let pity stir, listen
Hear the voices call,
no, not now, not again,
Not in My Name.