Smith Creek, Montana
Somewhere walking on Smith Creek trail, Montana summer 2012
SOMEWHERE
Somewhere
A stream flows pink with blood,
A forest screams,
A village burns,
A tear seals a coffin.
Somewhere
A bride is dressed in white,
A baby is conceived,
Violets bloom in a front yard
Defying war.
Somewhere
A soldier yearns
For the gentle lotion
Of love
Only a wife can give.
Somewhere
A ray of goodness
Struggles against suppression,
Reaching, as truth limps away
On crushed toes.
Somewhere
Someone is sowing the seeds of hate,
The pain of it bruises the soul,
The rage of it prepares for
Perpetual resurrection.
Somewhere
Humanity staggers down a lonely street
Pushed by deaths chant,
A hungry child weeps,
Hate smiles upon the tears.
Somewhere
While a mother prays for food,
She hears rage preaching.
Somewhere the violets have disappeared
And so has a soul.
Poetry on Wings 
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