Christine Phillips Poet Dramatic Monologue

Answers

Layers upon layers stare at us
Bulging eyes straining behind black silk veils
Men masquerading as women
Hugging and carrying little children
wandering around the busy towns
draped in long black gowns

Many questions have been asked
Many conclusions have been made
Yet the hidden DNA cannot
Replace the truth that is buried in their graves

What you know is what you don’t know
And what you don’t know is what you know
Dug out walls embraced myriad truths
Stretched beyond the days of their youth
Blistered hands holding blistered feet
Whispers embracing whispers
And skinny boys scampering around the streets
Looking for something to eat

I can hear them crying
I can feel the tension growing
I can see them coming
Friendship or love
Diplomacy for blood

Searching knocking wandering 
Trust embodied in deep betrayal
Friendship endorse guilt and shame
No one wants to play this dangerous game

Trees budding new leaves in autumn 
Roots expanding in the earth
The moment lingers 
Days become shorter
And children are growing faster

Destiny carved on an inch of wall
History repeated on broken edge
This is the spot where they wed
You have been exposed to tyranny and horror 
For a well in the ground in the midst of sorrow 

Open your eyes and look around
It’s the same road you have trod
The same people you have met
Mingling with them at the dinner table
pumping oil from their manmade well
and drinking  with them from the pit of hell

How many times have you cross this bridge
How many times have you made that deal?
Yet you spend years searching for answers
when there is a manmade disaster 

The answers are engraved in their ruthless faces? 
wrapped up deep within their guiltless faith
Multitude of wounds hidden beneath old scars
Restless voices muttering horrifying sounds 
And blood stained garments hanging all around


                                        ©2013 Christine Phillips

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S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri October 4, 2013 at 7:06 AM Makes me tink of Afghanistan. Im glad i dont belong to a sect that justifies bloodshed upon another and finds other means of taking out grudges and voices against superpower State oppression than terorizing innocents. Hey awesome poem eh.