In Their Heat I Write a Poem
It’s mine.
Not the shooting in the bus that killed their brothers.
Not to avenge.
It’s mine.
But I pray that our leader just give it away.
It’s just mine.
The creatures thrive in most waters anyway.
I fear that if these corals are deprived of them
And the fish and the oil and the greens too.
What’ll be left of our poor dwelling if they drop it again?
We don’t have the bombs.
Only crops.
We don’t have missiles.
Only smiles.
Give it to them.
It’s just mine.
Though it’s closer to our shores
It’s good to give anyway.
God says stoop and you’ll be glorified.
Let’s just give and be glorified in the end.
It’s just mine that they want.
We have waters heavenly enough to swim in.
We have fishes delectable enough to feed on.
We may not have enough oil to run our cars
But we have colossal fields to grow our crops
And a giving God.
(inspired by the budding conflict between the Philippines and China on Scarborough Shoal)
(c) 07-27-2012
Copyright © Glenn Sentes | Year Posted 2012
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