A poem holds readers hostage,
demanding interpretation, its words
stopping the hemorrhaging of all humanity. 
Loving words massage hearts when they stop 
caring, funneling hate into long necked bottles,  
stopping blood and War words that maim
limbs, amputate families, starve love. 

If only a single poem could heal the world 
I would write day and night just to find it,
seeking until swollen eye’d & word-slurred 
breath, I’d write, free, free, free ……..