Peace

Peace be with you,
and yours,
and those that think they are yours.
Five thousand voices
and yet I shudder
every time I hear your tones,
so plain,
so clear.
They crawl at my ears
like a bloodthirsty rat
and I cry as an abandoned babe
at your unyielding assault.
I am a humble man,
simple, poor and true,
and so I ask you,
plead with you,
what am I to you?


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