I have seen yellow parades, banners bright,
Euphoric smiles, a chance to unwind
But before I met yellow, a floodlight
Washed out my vision, made me dead and blind.
And now from my ghostly, gray perch, I see
A country nearly boiled over, seething
Neighbors frothing at the mouth. Cry, "Mercy!"
Friends, cry, "Mercy! Justice is not sleeping!"
'Peace holders,' do you remember me still?
Or does your so-called peace forget itself
In the name of rash pride and glory's pill
So hastily swallowed, now on the shelf?
Peace holders, a warning I have for you.
Form some real peace, else you'll lie here too.
-
rhiannon merlot
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