We Are A People Of Peace

Sir?
There is an elderly woman,
Carrying what appears to be roses...
On the battlefield.

'That's preposterous.'

No sir?
It is not a rhinoceros.

'I said preposterous.
Like a hippopotamus.'

Sir...
What we see is not anonymous.
We all see it is a woman.
What shall we do with the roses?
Sir?

Sir?

'I'm not getting paid enough.'

Sir?
Will you make a decision.
That's all we ask.

'I would love to tell you where to put them? '

We are closing in on a nearby town.
We could ask if the woman would like us,
To locate a vase?
This will prove to everyone,
We are a people of peace.

'What is going on?
WHAT IS GOING ON?
Has EVERYONE gone mad? '

No sir.
We all are very calm.
It is a little hot.
You are the only one shouting.
Maybe the heat is beginning to affect you?
Perhaps you've been on too many missions of peace?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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