ON THE LIPS OF AUGUST
and we still seek peace-
Paper lanterns with candles floating
Temples ,churches,monasteries invaded
by drones and boys with blades
Soldiers with guns and hate
Stamp out beliefs alien-like peace
and prayer and meditation.Where
you put your body as belief
has soon to be in the dog days of August.
We are on the end of July
perched on the very edge of August
and we still sing peace.