Poems 1995

by John WorldPeace

Copyright 1970-2014 by John WorldPeace
Albuquerque, New Mexico USA

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Bosnia: July 15, 1995

The refugees of a religious war
travel crowded roads
carrying all they own
in shaking hands.

A young mother
rests with baby on lap
and tearful son by her
side.

My sons are men
but in this boy
resides the pain of
his helpless father.

He cries my tears
as other fathers
in victory cheer
and smile at the
backs of human pain.

Happy are the victors' sons
who play childhood games
on the blood soaked ground
of their fathers shame.

All sons are sons
and fathers are fathers to all.
The whole world is not big enough
to contain the burden of pain
of one devastated child.

John WorldPeace
950715
0736

I walk the stepping stones
of one life.
With each step
a new manifestation
of this reality.

With each step
something is added,
something is lost.

From above,
I watch the steps
of the holy man; I

Crying tears of letting go:
experiencing the pain,
yet moving along

John WorldPeace 950805
1320

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