Global Interfaith Peace


“Bury the metal from my tongue,
for the venoms I spit, a
and along the shores of my lips, a
coveted love.

I will talk of stones and flames, warming
me like a warrior. No one can amend
my desires. My loyalties come
Talk peace, neckpiece, pieces of stone,
talk of taking, not giving.
Are we within the rigor
of a fine sphere?
Wilderness crowds my breast.
I call for the bow of honor and find the arrow

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