My La Familia Epic Poem Contributions

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I wrote these words as part of my contribution to La Familia:

Peace will come the day we forget how to drop the bombs or make the guns,
When we get along underneath the same old sun,
Singing songs in holy unison no matter where we’re from,
Yes, peace will come. Peace will come. Pray before the day is done.

My friend, Fred Ross-Perry was inspired by them and expanded it into these lyrics, and the song:

Peace will come, and it won’t be long
When we forget how to drop the bombs
When we forget how to make the guns
That’s when peace will come

Peace will come when we get along
When we get along underneath the sun
All together under that same old sun
That’s when peace will come

Peace will come when we’re singing songs
Singing in holy unison
Singing no matter where we’re from
That’s when peace will come

Yes, Peace will come, and it won’t be long
We’ll help each other to be strong
And we’ll work until the day is done,
That’s when peace will come.

Click here to listen to the song!

Happy Poetry Month! One of the coolest things happening right now in poetry, in my opinion, is this crowd sourced epic poem that the U.S. Poet Laureate is compiling. Below are my submissions so far, and I’d encourage anyone who likes to write poetry to contribute a few words and be a part of history.

“La Familia (The Family) is an opportunity for you to contribute to an epic poem of all our voices and styles and experiences that will run the span of my Laureateship. By contributing to La Familia, you will be part of my family—and all our words will be seen and our voices be heard, throughout the nation and beyond.” – Juan Felipe Herrera, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2015

You can read the full poem by clicking here.

My La Familia Epic Poem Contributions 

The roots of the global family tree run deep within our souls,

holding steady new generations of dreamers,

but we are merely seeds floating softly in the wind,

until we find a way to blossom together.

When I was six months old my mom and I

took the great trail in the sky

leaving her homeland of Germany

traversing the Atlantic Ocean

to start a brand new life

in this country called America

with my father, a soldier,

from a small Texas town.

Mensch!” flowed from my German mother’s lips,

Often in frustration, like “Aw, man!”

Or the coarser cowboy curses of my father.

To my Jewish ears these days,

Mensch is the highest of compliments,

Indeed a blessing, not a curse word at all.

Peace will come the day we forget how to drop the bombs or make the guns,

When we get along underneath the same old sun,

Singing songs in holy unison no matter where we’re from,

Yes, peace will come. Peace will come. Pray before the day is done.

I am a military brat turned pacifist,

Born into a family dedicated to service,

But prayers of peace are my dear wish.

My cousin Jeff gave the ultimate sacrifice.

In Arlington his heroic soul now lies.

The words “thank you” just don’t suffice.

Democracy means we all have a voice,

and we all have to make a choice,

but we have a responsibility

to choose what is right and good

for everyone.

Humankind wrapped in a hug,

hands joined in respect and love,

spread across this earth

to be filled with the spice of life,

mouthwatering perfection,

kindness is the tortilla in this holy burrito,

and we are a rainbow cornucopia of unity.

D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang
Diana L. Lang is Poet Laureate of Vallejo, California. She has published nine poetry books under the pen name D.L. Lang, won several awards at area county fairs, and enjoys participating in the spoken word community of Solano County.
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