NON-VIOLENCE (poem 1-26-71)

If old man violence

Would take a rest,

To stop to suckle

Upon a breast,

The world might pass

The “Human Test,”

And those most crass

Might turn out best.

But old man violence

Was suckled on the venom

From a witch’s prune-dried tit,

So here we are,

And here we’ll sit.

It’s no illusion that we see

The Human Race split,

Because only babies’ drinks love.