I hear the mutterings and the protests,
against the acts of violence,
to achieve
the facts of peace,
and I listen to ghostly voices,
from our earthly past, as
the wailings from death-filled cattle cars,
echo in my mind,
but unheard, in their currentness of Time.

I see the screamings and the emotions,
and the use of acts of violence,
to achieve
the facts of peace,
and I view visions of brutal rice-fields,
from our worldly past, as
the ka-chunk of bullets through bodies
pass before my eyes,
but unseen, in their currentness of Time.

I feel the bravery and the convictions,
and the painful acts of violence,
needed to achieve
the fact of peace,
and I feel humanity’s vaunted yearnings,
throughout our past, as
the liberation from terror and oppression,
sings into my heart,
seen by all, in our currentness of Time.

Erin Moen
3/27/03
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