Poem 33: Peace was the Virtue

peace was the virtue
thrown against the wall
left to hang, and later
sliding down
to rest huddled
and stretched
with the hungry
called necessary
and thrown again
to the torn
and empty people
as a sadly grotesque clown
paraded before them
as a friend
but constant only
in repetition
leaving them more
the losers
than before
but not more than us
for we gave name
to the virtue
and we built the wall.