Matthew Kopp, Chicago
When angry and upset
Filled with wrath and fear and fight
I then see the world in
Only black and white
Peace is then a flower
That grows
In greatness, grace and might
That conjurs up the power
To see the colors and the light.
Then when troubled with
Resentments
Clamping cramping closing tight
I then only seem to know
a world of wrong
And a world of right.
Peace is then my teacher
That gives me second sight
To see the colors and the difference
And new possibilities of life.