Ugliness is everywhere. It doesn’t take poison gas or tomahawk missiles
to see it. I watch the world of men with their War and Politics and know
there will never be peace. I don’t relish their rough world.
The best that I am is for Womankind. They alone are the center of my life.
Bullets and bombs and liars and I only care about your tired hand.
Lifting it to my curling cheek. One graceful moment amidst ugliness—
Just to feel you mine.