Shifting Sands - a Syrian Prayer
I hope i have a pleasant death
somewhere in the wilderness, perhaps
clinging to a shriveled Apple, struggling
to grow in the blazing sun, in a dusty
field on this warming, drying planet, or
maybe crushed beneath a crumbling mosque
during prayers to heaven's deities
appeasing all that's good and just
a gust of wind their hope in us
and give some comfort to this worlds
most sacred, weary casualties,
and leave a mark in quiet sands, that
never shift with time or winds, lay
etched on hearts for eternity.
Copyright © Dimestore Shoes | Year Posted 2018
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