True Peace

Michael Peach

It’s clear the march of Progress will
Continue at a break-neck pace;
Development shall broaden still
Until the tender have no place –
Unless, that is, society sees
The way to save its shrinking soul
Consists in outdoor sanctuaries
Where silent, peaceful folk may stroll;
Where cars are banned and overhead
The only things allowed to fly
Are birds and insects nature-bred,
Which never sear the sacred sky.

24 January 1994

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