What can get worse
Can also get better
The ladder which takes us down the hill
Has rungs right enough for our upward climb
If you are a lover of shadows
Don’t look for them in the darkest night
If you live your life before the mirror
You may end up in love with an absent idol
Silence
Is not the absence of
Sound
But its unheard alternative
The Peace they promise
Lives in the House of War
They who send carpet bombs at breakfast time
And ‘humanitarian’ bread at the close of day
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Our obvious vulnerabilities are
Sometimes sources of our hidden strength
The long-expected angel
Sometimes arrives with a monster’s mask
Are we heading for that bend
In the road
Where wrong is right
And right is wrong?