This is an angry poem. <br />About those weasel phrases <br />which blow like paper in the street <br />going nowhere, <br />hiding truth, <br />helping us to <br />deceive ourselves. <br /> <br />'The pee-yus pro-sayus' - <br />say it in the Irish voice <br />of obscurantist politicians <br />often enough <br />and we'll accept it as a term, <br />and believe that it needs hard work <br />and forward planning <br />and careful progress <br />and compromise <br />and agreements <br />and initiatives <br />and 'generous' concessions <br />and declarations of intention <br />and cautious examination <br />of opponents' motives <br />in the 'battle' for peace <br />and coming together <br />to establish differences... <br /> <br />Peace <br />is what is eternally there <br />when war and strife is absent. <br />Eternally. <br /> <br />I can't remember Christ <br />(was he Catholic or Protestant? I just can't remember...) <br />saying <br />'Peace process be unto you'... <br />uh, when would that be? ... <br />or commanding the waves of the Sea of Galilee <br />'Engage in the peace process - be still'... <br />somehow it just doesn't seem to carry weight <br />as a blessing or a do-it-now... <br />'Go in process towards peace, my child...' <br /> <br />I wonder why that is.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-angry-poem-about-peace/
