Appeasement’s Twin
Do you even know who I am?
Or has my twin stolen my name again?
It’s so frustrating to be invisible
To never be truly known
Because someone told you he was me
And for pity’s sake we hardly look alike
My so-called friends won’t clear my name
Instead they tell me, “Stay quiet.”
Or, “Be more like your brother!”
Are girls not allowed to speak?
Look how he walks to the podium
Smiling like some two-faced politician
Giving his sermon against war
In many ways, I agree
I suppose that’s why we’re twins
But what about the oppressed?
How are their lives tranquil?
Striving for food day after day
Drenched in poverty producing pain
Even my cousin, Hope, is withheld from them
Her beaming face and healing words
Removed from their lives of despair
All to what avail?
To keep you in your pseudocomforts?
Don’t you see this truth?
That unless you stand up for them
Unless they are made free
Free of their suffering and shame
You will never have me:
Peace.
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