STATUS QUO
Sometimes when wars become inevitable
and living becomes irresistibly inviting
and you must put one at halt,
what do you do?
When the fragrance from the wild
tells you stories of your own ancestors
and the flowers in your garden
tell you stories of your neighbors'
they came from,
which ones do you listen to?
When the forest catches fire
Which side do you douse it from?
Which flowers do you pick to save?
Which stories do you smell and hear?
Stillness is not a place of fun.
Peace is not what makes you a lion.
But not all stories need an end,
some end in a better middle
from a grandmother's mouth to her
grand children starting out life.
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