What Else Can I Do
What else can I do
When,
Seated on a couch with my laptop on me,
I see,
Bombs and missiles demolishing houses
And infrastructure, killing people in great numbers
And disrupting the normal flow of existence?
What else can I do
Other than cringe
And pray for peace?
What else can I do
When I see people having to move from their homes
Relocating in underground subways
And trying to adjust, stoically
Even if gloom can be spelled on their faces?
What else can I do,
Other than wish for this madness to end
And yearn for the God we all pray to,
To open His eyes and to act?
What else can I do
When I read that weapons so sophisticated
To even be allowed to be put into use
Have been employed against civilians
Merely for the sake of conquering lands?
What else can I do
Other than bleed words
While swallowing gulps
At the realization that the peace that surrounds me
Is so ambient,
That, throughout all these years,
I have never even thought that
I have been living as joyfully as would a fish
In a calm lagoon!
What else can I do
When I see people desperately clinging
To their own ideals of survival,
Hoping, somewhat, that life would go on
As they had planned it to!
What else can I do,
Other than let the shadows conquer
My sparkles and push me,
To want to open up the skies
And take God by His hand, and
Bring Him back to our abandoned land
So that He blows from our minds,
The folly of our own existence!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2022
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