Knock, Knock….Peace, are you there?
We create our own castles
Brick by brick
We build walls
High enough to obscure faces
And far away places
Pain and anguish muffled
By our own missions
We wonder but don’t worry
Slow down from our hurry
Only to throw a few pennies
Or thoughts without physically
Touching a soul
We wait for peace like we’re
Waiting for the sun to
Burn holes through mortar
Did we forget how to open a door?
Poem written by Mish
Photo credit: Candace Kubinec
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