Armageddon’s armies are gathering
on the side of each lighted shore
shouting, 'Peace’ in grave desperation
waiting feverish the moment of war
Bright visions of splitting the atom
and tossing a man to the moon
intersperse with knowledge of hatred
and unsleeping nightmares of doom
perfecting devices of nations
unseeing their brother's raw pain
awarding metallic citations
they brood over coveted gain
Is there no pathway to follow
than grey war, bloated diseased?
Do we have no other volition
to choose cool green moments of peace?
Still seems the moment's surrounding
as soft as the hurricane's eye
and they call as lively as children
in the seconds before we all die.
Opaline Marks is the pen name of Opal Markiewicz, a writer of novels, short stories and nonfiction essays.