Victories in many forms
On the wings of morning borne.
What’s today and what’s tomorrow
When we beg, steal and borrow
Joy for now and peace for then.
Oh I hear the cries of men,
“Trade us pain for your sorrow!
If not now, then please tomorrow.”
Take your peace and trade it down
To the “lesser” side of town
Where fear and loathing long abound
Waiting for freedom to be found
In a needle, cash, or dream.
Why this pattern makes us scream,
Those of us who seek true peace
Know it is lost where soothing meets
Our cries for comfort
Sadly, loudly purports
Our need for silence’s
Peace today in discomfort found.
Peace today only abounds
In walking through
The old mildewed
Lost aches and pains
Held tightly for a righteous gain.
Lay it down. Be so light.
Feel the anger, loss, and fright