VIRGIN OF PEACE

VIRGIN OF PEACE
Ricardo Antonio Garcia

As a flower turns and bleeds into the Sun
our humanity silhouettes us
for the danger of an eclipse shall blind us
and lock the doors with a rusted nail.
Innocence has no place in the Warmonger
whose lust is War
as his shiny accolades glitter in the Sun.

To the face of our healer
we have become dormant to its quest.
To the Soul of our redeemer
we thrust as a mighty bullet into the chest.

As a flower has no pretense we sour so
for compassion has aborted
as the summer of greed is upon us all
rocking in the hammock of evil.
The virgin of peace stands to the Sun
and existence is a tool set, with
nothing more and nothing less gained.

To the wings of our first flight
we have ripped open our heavens delight.
Sacrilegious spit
will never dowse the fires of God.

We shall find
the connection of the Sun Spirit …
… and be blessed …