It hangs in a hall at the top of the stairs.
It might hang in your palace,
But the ghost of a man butchered at the order of whom?
A man with two legs who suddenly had none.
He wanted to see peace in the Middle East
Deceased Mr Ka-show-gee
He sees from the One
A boy with one leg in a mosque on the island of Lamu.
A painting not a painting but a ladder to heaven
How much can trade for it?
I will trade integrity for your right to hang it at the top of your stairs.
It is crude
It is clean
It is a door way to forgiveness
Money?
Out of intent
No need for rent
Women drive
You arrive to claim your open space
But wait will you choose to remain in the prison of your thoughts?
Or will you allow the light of what we prefer?
Sands are pure
In my land, blood has flowed
Lost are those sweet souls
Bury my heart with integrity at Wounded Knee
My plea: reach in … to get out of your murderous memories your trauma of being the dark killer
Who buys bullets meant for innocents in Yemen
Not too late, a window opens for you, and the killers of the past, whom want healing, in the now moment
Who want goodness who want peace
Pax et Bonum
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