The mind is the weapon of mass destruction

thoughts

like landmines

about to blow

so, 

Mr and Miss America can want

world peace

but while our skulls are

war zones

I wish us good luck 

trying to get

unstuck

while I'm still hauling my head

like a loaded dump truck

filled full with fears

sticks and thrown stones

ancient betrayals and 

battered old bones

it's

quite a collective consciousness

so, I start cleaning

my own mess.

^Marie Whitman

www.EatYourPoem.com