Art Not War

I wrote this poem 11 years ago, and it showed up in my memories today. All these years later, there is still so much conflict in the world. May this rhyme be a prayer to use our creativity to bring forth peace and healing to all spaces it is needed, starting with ourselves

Art Not War

The boy glanced at the grown men

And saw them with their guns

He knew he had to make it home

So he burst into a run-

He stood there winded at the door

And breathed in deep relief

Then the tears began to pour

From his short life of grief-

He went and got his pencils

And some paper that he found

Then the boy began to draw

The beauty all around-

He drew the sun and mountains

The cactus and the clouds

And then he drew his family

Of whom he was most proud-

He picked up all his pictures

And headed out the door

He gave them to the men with guns

And begged them please no more~

Phoenix, AZ 6-15-14

Art by Elaine Huck, poem by me :)