Peace? Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Unearth
The truth beneath chimeral grounds,
Sift them piece by piece and scrutinize.
Light through darkness, vague though it may sound,
Perhaps could clear the sight of opaque eyes.

Barren
As the fading morning mist is Hope
That this world would rise above Deception's mire
Of Greed and Hate, the quicksand where we grope.
Seeds of war sown here, reap their fruit so dire.

Erased
Is the vision painted by the mind's palette,
Of Peace in rainbow colors covering the sky.
We're left with only Blackness known as Death
Like pawns in their war games, people die.

Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~04.07.15