Farmers for Peace

When we’re growing food
we’re liberating ourselves
from want, from need, from
greed, from seeds of fear and we’re
setting the dove free to soar
with olive branches
away from perpetual
war, away from hate
away from the fate scripted
by businessmen way back when
we can find heaven
by digging in the soil
and share it with our
neighbors rather than watch it
spoil. It starts with a seed,
love is all we need
and maybe a good nights sleep
and some elbow grease
and soon we will harvest and
soon the whole world will know peace.

About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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