Poems from Ruth Monet
O ye soldiers of peace
You have come before the man of war
With peace treaties on pleading knees
To a man who eats war for breakfast
And...
My head is void of thoughts
My soul is null of feelings
My mind is devoid of words and phrases
My paper remains unstained for days,
Itching...
I hear a woman's cry from afar,
Deep in the woods somewhere
She might be wounded, who knows?
She might be heartbroken, still, who knows!...
Happy birthday to you, yes the one born today,
Happy death day to you, yes the one who died today.
A friend I look up to when all is not well,
With open hands she welcomes me into her humble abode,
A poisoned food that tastes so good,
You...