Peace Is Sanity 7 – make poetry –  “no more bullets, not one last one”

Peace Building: Living Peacefully Every Day

Don’t make another bullet, no ammo holders, no chambers for bullets to pass through. No more bullets,
not one last one for one last shooting. Let names fade, let children live; erase the names on those bullets:
John, Maria, Shatequa, Carlos, Arianna, Alice, Dimitri, Yaseen, George, Yacov, Susan, Kwasi, Mark, Nihm,
Mohammed, Yaso, Harrison, Rachel, Paolo, Yuri, Ahmed, Khadisha. Sand shrapnel, let filing dust
strengthen road to peace. Lay water pipe lines with pistol barrels and rifle barrels; irrigate dry.

Bare your arms; reveal your beautiful loving arms. Use them to carry, use them to embrace the wounded.
Bare your arms as you build peace. Bare your strong arms as your brain tackles the art of peace, the skill
of resolution, the patience of conversation, the task of rethinking. Bare your arms, prepare your arms as
you ready to dig through right, move boulders containing your rightness about rightness that becomes
your every breath and thought, that you kill for, die for, live for.

Let’s get naked, wrestle with mud until covered completely, until we’re all indistinguishable mud, like the
dead and wounded spilling blood and bone. Enemies and innocents, combatants and artists & musicians,
and skaters and dishwashers and mothers and planters and lovers all, the same blood and bone and torn
flesh in every city, town, hamlet, village, in every state, government, country, republic; the same victory,
the same tears.

Bare arms, become naked in the mud, wrestle with right in mud until earth and dry fashion you into
sculpture born of the same mud; soft wet, squeezed through your hands and fingers, slightly gooey harmless mud.

Don’t make another bullet, bomb, weapon.