“Peace I leave with you; My peace I give you;
not as the world gives do I give to you.
Do not let your heart be troubled, don’t you
fear,” said the pastor quoting words so true.
Peace He left but peace the world never got
not when hating hearts lift guns, spray bullets.
Not when mass murder is preached as God’s lot,
his portion, his edicts swapped for bullets.
He left peace but Roman sandals trampled
it; peace hasn’t been seen since. Saints, good people
and folk of all religious bents grappled
with the slaughter of innocent people.
Crying, they light candles and pray for peace,
that sweet release from violence’s surcease.
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Dedicated to all those who lost their lives, their families and the global village who grieves. I can make no more sense of the senselessness of what happened in Paris or elsewhere in the world. I can only light a candle and pray.