Social Justice Poetry

Ceasefire | A Social Justice Poem by G. Louis Heath

Ghosts of the past descend upon
today, machicolating glowing fury

upon the diurnal cavalcade. Beneath
serried corbels in the Jerusalem stone

parapet, humanity in camo queues at
the burning road, makes ready to dance

with fire. Of a sudden, a sanguine bugle
throbs the air: Stand down, ceasefire!

Out of thin air, that is not really so thin,
but is beckoned by the better angels of

our nature, mankind has gathered dire
strength to face down what haunts us.

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