I wish so much I could look far away
Try not to think of all the suffering,
The darkest moments causing so much pain
Write poems about flowers and things that cheer,
Beyond the somber stains of humanity
Rogue state releasing daily calamity,
In the name of religion, staining and ruining
Creating pernicious, damaging hateful feeling,
As thousands lay dead, under clouds of terror
A great deal of them, children, cries silenced forever,
Frauds now call for ceasefire but yesterday did not give a toss
The devil is in the details, it's too late to save innocents lost,
Exterminated with barbarity their dignity cruelly stripped away
In landscapes of destruction, sorrow paints an ugly scene,
People trapped and confined in an open air slaughterhouse
Mercilessly killed, maimed, pummeled with trauma and loss,
My anger remains with those who've been complicit
With immoral utterrances allowed genocide to elicitate,
Rage releases as blood spills from the rivers to the sea
Tears shed with feelings of despair and anxiety,
We must continue to question, what's not right
Refuse to be silent, and never look away,
Sprinkling words to make minds question
Soaked with compassion, dare to care,
In these darkest of hours, loudly condemn
Wishing that the pipes of peace can sound again,
Gossamers of warmth casting intricate webs
Sparkling sharply over intangible threads,
Allowing harmony's unwinding momentum
To repel the pulses devoid of reason,
Let the flames of equity burn brightly
To warm souls and sweep away the misery,
Where wounds run deeply and keep on growing
May healing find its way, honour each lost name,
Duty bound with all of our united force and power
As days awaken, justice must be allowed to flower.
No comments:
Post a Comment