Seven Steps to Heaven Haiku by Tony Medina

[conuly]

If every bomb
Appeared in the sky a dove
Shrapnel into rain

If vengeance vanquished
From the cursed lips of weak men
An idea never taking root

If every tank vanished
If by chance a miracle
Peace reclaims the land

If laughter broke out
Like wars fought with satire’s
Pugilist punning

What room would there be
For anger what bitter root
Not allowed to stretch

Its tentacles
Through the hearts of men hardened
By indifference

What will we bequeath
Our children if not a world
Evermore human

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Comments

[sabotabby]

Oh I love this.

[adafrog]

Good.