Peace, a sly scoundrel,
restless and fragile,
met me a few years ago
for a few seconds
in a red dress
at Macy’s on 34th street.
A miracle indeed!
Stifled by the stench
of fast life, I invited it
to live in the frontal lobe of my brain.
That egoist politely declined.
“I do not coexist with ignorance”, it announced.
When the pandemic pressed a snooze button,
I took a long look at the mirror,
Slowly, I have been
coughing out the nest that
greed had built in my throat,
plugging up the holes in a perennially
leaky barrel of impulse,
ironing out the creases in
hanging in patiently to meet
my dear elusive guest
but looks like it’s going to be a long wait.
It got severely wounded on January 06, 2021
at the steps of democracy
About the Poem
The Capitol Insurrection on Jan 06, 2021, was not only a brutal attack on democracy but also injured peace and left a permanent scar on our minds.
About the Author
Ami lives quietly in noisy New York City and writes poetry when she is not working in finance to pay her bills.
Well done!! I wish you all the very best for this initiative.
Oohhhhhhh!!!! That was genius and right on the money. Hits all the right notes, there! Very nicely done!
this gave me chills! thank you for sharing
This is so good!