National Poetry Month Writing Challenge: The Final Segment

“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.” I might have never believed that I would do it when I started writing a poem a day. However, I am here, with my last segment, wrapping…

Peace over war

Blight shadows every cranny there’s war, there’s pain, and we continue doing so calling ourselves humane. We stain the rivers in perpetual blood and drink water from the same, we talk about wilderness beneath while calling ourselves tame. We send a group of children to school and give rifles to other groups, we sit around…