When  Peace ends War

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Actions of war, by malice, sad hawks
Axe down in rage our innocent age
Axes coward, leagues of lies, and hoaxes
Acres of aces, fallen in ache

Mud, death and fodder, morning’s award
Dye deep rivers with red anger, dire
Mothers, fathers, mourn angels afar
Ases on bases spat blood and fire


But the Lord God wishes vice nor harm
- Let ye gather, O Edens restored!
He shelters the poor, might in His arm
- Forego vile gain, O Heathen torted!

If God raises broken twigs in awe
I’d despise His call to gentleness?
He comforts the curbed and saddened straw
I’d hate love, ending in loneliness?


May God’s peace thus return to our place
My best hope, O quarrelling brothers:
Maybe history, tuned to God’s grace,
Will sing a new song: to love others!

Spare me the dark spears of my despair!
Desiring rage - laughter its delight
Inspire me dreams to which to aspire!
These high and frail spires of love and light


Dimitri Arnauts
Kampenhout, on the 3rd of July 2022