Poem by Jack Powers

Photo by Bill Perrault

7/22/03

With no weapons
We enter the fray,
Of Human emotion,
We lean on the sense
Of the God we were
Raised upon,
We believed from
Childhood,
All for one, One for all,
In the calamitous
Broken expectation,
Instead of arming
Ourselves,
We revealed ourselves,
With loving expression,
And,
The wars ceased,
Without collateral damage.