Peace, a pipe dream

for a promise of safety tomorrow

given up our freedom to be happy today

couching our cowardice as god’s will

in silence of thought we seek redemption

spines turned to jelly in submission

we dream of the day of judgement

of standing erect with sins forgiven

foolish are we to think that our deeds

to please the tyrants will go unnoticed

we, who have lulled ourselves to sleep

with our acquiescence to deed of servitude

feel betrayed with neither safety nor salvation

and peace remained a pipe dream, oblivion

She wants to live

The idea that germinated as a short story became a poem because of my inability to sit still for a long time to write a story. While the words just flow for a poem, I stumble in writing a story. I realized the poem became long. My apologies.

Her name is not important, a Jane Doe will do
At times she was called by various names
Sweetie pie, princes, baby, love, and whore,

Seeking Redemption

Denying culpability for our own demise,

We commit harakiri a thousand times.

Writing our self obituaries, we

Hitch our sails to winds of wants.

Surrendering the wheels of our lives

To captains unknown,

Children of destiny

We squander our own rights.

Mastering the art of self victimization,

We mortgage our souls.

Seeking meaning without comprehension

We rue our fate and

Play the blame game.

Prisoners of our own deceit,

When all hopes are lost

We seek redemption

From an unknown god.