The Peace Community of San Jose de Apartado
3/10/2005
Fear
The fuel of angry hearbeats
Thickens and runs red,
pushing death on through
Rages in ribcages
a hearbeat at a time
The fear of death
is the red carpet
of the Reaper
A rising sun behind green hills -
Run away brother, no peace for you here.
The solders dragged Luis Edwardo
to the pit
where six others
lie shredded to pieces
three of them children
Tomorrow, a funeral for martyrs
on Friday of the Fourth Week of Lent
And though they cut him,
hacked him
and tore his body to shreds
No one really laid a hand on him
posted by Edward Svengali @ Thursday, March 10, 2005,
