War

Dreams don’t make it here They are choked by smoke from fires fueled by bodies too bruised to recognize Here hope is like a forgotten thought that has left traces of its existence in your mind You know you can do it but you just can’t remember how The children’s playgrounds are now just a memory of a peace and calm that used to be I have forgotten the sound of children playing and laughing I know they can try but I think even they have forgotten what joy sounds like My reason to smile today is that 19 children died last night, yesterday it was 43 The rubble that carpets the streets gives testimony to the broken dreams of revolutionaries; the pillars and beams of a nation “The walls of the great cities have fallen and its homes caved in.” The constant anguish has left my face mournful but I trust the flicker of hope is still visible in my old eyes They have seen far beyond more than I can swallow I have no more tears to shed, that well is dried up and hollow now This pain is like a splinter under the nail of my heart And with every gunshot it is pushed deeper and deeper and deeper but still I have no more tears to shed, that well is dried up and hollow now I am afraid of how much we claim to see and the paradox of how blind we act I am in awe of my spirits resilience and endurance; Truly suggestions of something divine