Poem of Peace

There is much peace in this young planet
Whenever we’re amazed and silent
There is more silence than yet encountered
Where we command our traffic to a halt

More energy than we have manufactured
Is generating in our resting
The music to affirm our species
Is infant in the frets on our guitars

It will be a necessity, a hunger, to embrace
And occasionally to suffocate, the chaos
To dream new revolutions, smarter
Than the ways of fragmentation in which we’re led -

Revolutions weaving all complexity
Into a fine and trusted net,
Of safety, method and community
That is simple, and at peace, at last.

Future children and other people:
You may not realize this peace or hunger,
And as I am no seer, I propose
In one day, or world, it will appear.

poem by Frank Bana
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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