WAGE PEACE



By Laurelle Blair

January 2005

Volume 41, Number 1

Wage Peace

Wage Peace

I want to Wage Peace …….Love

I know I sound like a hippie

Dismiss me because I have the soul of a hippie

Wage Peace

Wage Love

Wage War

They say

Our leaders, who are old

slow

unable to flow

with the rapidly changing rhythm

speeding up now

faster now

Wage Peace

Wage Peace

People are dying

our engagement stretched before us

Carpeted with $1000 dollar bills

That could be feeding the world

And still have enough left over

for our SUVs and

TVs spewing stories of murder, drugs

money, fame

Wage Peace

Wage Love

Fall in love with yourself

that is the key

smear it all over your life

your family, friends, co-workers

community

Wage Peace

Peace on earth and good will to men

It's simple isn't it?

Yet it's not

coursing with

Anger

Hatred

Fear

Fear

Fear

Wage Peace

Wage War

On the people who say

We can't make a difference

We can make a difference

On the people who say I don't know

but

swallow what they're told

Walking zombies

Driven by consumption of

jean labels

Black label scotch on my tongue

Wage Peace

Wage Peace

I launch myself into oblivion

Trying to ignore

It

Trying to run run run

From my responsibilities

Of knowing who I am

Knowing who my community could be

And the world we can create

I cannot idly sit

By

Wage Peace

Wage Love

If you Care Get out of your chair

He said

Wage Peace

Wage Peace

If you Care Get out of your chair