SF (June 17 1942 / Troy New York)

I Lost The Calm Of My Poem And The Peace Of My Soul

I lost the calm of my poem and the peace of my soul
When I heard murderers would go free
And those who had deliberately killed women and children
Would torment yet again their victims’ families-
I lost the calm and the peace of my soul
When I learned that we had forsaken our principles of Justice
And given in to blackmail to ransom a single life -
I lost the calm of my poem and the peace of my soul
When I understand one can be too kind and too compassionate
And that those ‘kind to the cruel’ end up being ‘cruel to the kind’
I lost the calm of my poem and the peace of my soul
When I understood we as a people had ceased to be wise and courageous-
And given in to our own excessive sense of compassion and to the cruelty of the cruel.

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A sad write, I can not know if you do refer to a specific case or you are just speaking generally. Yet, in some way I envy you because you were so lucky to know what peace of a soul means, (am in a constant search for it never touched it) , I find the death penalty very wrong but also I do not wish to give even a slightest chance to violence and deliberatly hurt. A very difficult to find answer of how to keep the fragile delicate balance between right and wrong. Thank you for share, great poem.