“If Not Now, When?” – Hillel the Elder

By Elvira

The ground                  is littered
with the
corpses                        of the Innocent.
Far above,
The War Bird                          flies:
dropping
death

Peace              is                      Dead.
The Illusive      dove    limps
upon the
sanguine                                  ground.
Men see NOT
for they are busy with
“Bloody” Hate!

Born                in Pain,
is the Curse:
some seek
quiet – seeing the Light,         in
Words,
but for Man,    the learned rock
bleeds.
the White Dove.
There is Disdain
We       all                    look for a
Better Rock
Spear
Gun
Drone

It NEVER ENDS

Sincerity                      is silent
those that Love her
become           Beggars           polluted by
the struggle:

NO ONE IS RIGHT

They mourn.
because
NOW
NEVER
Comes!

May 2015

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