Desmond Egan, Ireland
Por: Desmond Egan
Peace
(For Seán MacBride)
just to go for a walk out the road
just that
under the deep trees
which whisper of peace
to break the bread of words with someone passing
just that
four of us round a pram
and baby fingers asleep
just to join the harmony
the fields the blue everyday hills
the puddles of daylight and
you might hear a pheasant
echo through the woods
or plover may waver by
as the evening poises with a blackbird
on its table of hedge
just that
and here and there a gate
a bungalows bright window
the smell of woodsmoke of lives
just that
but Sweet Christ that
is more than most of mankind can afford
with the globe still plaited in its own
crown of thorns
too many starving eyes
too many ancient children
squatting among flies
too many stockpiles of fear
too many dog jails too many generals
too many under torture by the impotent
screaming into the air we breathe
too many dreams stuck in money jams
too many mountains of butter selfishness
too many poor drowning in the streets
too many shantytowns on the outskirts of life
too many of us not sure what we want
so that we try to feed a habit for everything
until the ego puppets the militaries
mirror our own warring face
too little peace
