A Toast to Peace

A Toast to Peace

Patrick Sammut

The word of peace was transformed
in a stone-sling
the promises melted in tear gas.
Youth is lying dead massacred in the streets.
Dressed in a double-horned hat for the occasion,
the politician-clown wears a hypocritical smile,
traversing his whole face.
Mumbling bombastic nonsense,
promising heaven on earth
in the near future.
The guardian of justice
washed his hands
and he who acts apelike since birth
– and spits in the face of his sheepish neighbour –
was given the right to kill in a split-second.
Once, twice, thrice –
knowing that dressed in jacket and tie
can easily gain his liberty through bail
or else live scot-free, hiding behind insanity.

Mother earth, mother of us all
is breathless,
drowning in her offspring’s blood.