G in friendship

Look at them, ye people of peace, my friends. So many of them, like hell-hounds

Baying at our soul-friend. Before her eyes set their fire brims

In their world of hate, delusions themselves, misleading

No good comes from them. See with your soul the real words

My poetry says, “my friend.” A soul without a still friend

Is without a heart that is still with its friend. G, are you

Still and at peace, ye person of peace, once again? Are we still friends?