We got together
and the day was fine.
It was raining rockets
in old Palestine.
We ate and drank
Ramiro’s homemade brew.
In Sarajevo they
served nothing new.
I think it’s right
we congregate so cheery.
The pain of others just
makes the heart so weary.
If they would only stop
and give to peace a nod.
Would it not better serve
than face the scourge of God?
Even small children learn what
the desert dove knows best.
It’s sober to go when
the hawk’s at rest.
About prufrock21
M. A. Ramos is a writer of short stories and poetry from the Caribbean. He grew up and was educated in Chicago, IL, has a master's in TESL (Teaching English as a Second Language) and currently works as an Auxiliary Administrator for the Dept. of Education in his hometown. He has published stories in small literary mags such as Chiricú (Indiana University) and Latino Stuff Review, and poetry in Dragonfly, Rattle, Latino Stuff Review, Cyclo*Flame, and Writer’s Digest. His poems have appeared online at Red River Review, The Cortland Review and Gold Dust Magazine.
His Kindle books can be found here:
Investigative Eye: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01G96LEDA
Pocket Horror: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01JTK0K6K
Pocket Sci-Fi: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01J4H4COE
Pray for the Hit Man: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KS1389U
The Horror Writer: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01I2D7QI0
Treasure of Darkness: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XKPYCRP
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