Wishes From Yesterday

Sparks explode on piercing skies, to drown upon a basement of grass. An uzi and more cannons so keenly edged glimmer bright-- soon, real soon the red of blood will run dry. City folks' imprints fade to dust where oppression sets sail on a once quiet land, time gnawing urgent prayers to mumbled speech; an end to goodness that's divinely human. Then, a simple wish, a dream. A reality? A wish for harmony marked long ago still unmet , unfulfilled while bodies pile on layered sheets fresh and damp. So how do we know the why from which of this endless conflict? But pain comes and goes hat in hand, sometimes, victims beg for sudden death right on hallowed mud. Sometimes, anguish hits so desperately hard , forgetting to skip a beat , as more sparks blare, rat-tat- tat-- until God only knows what when forgiveness of all wounds should heal ... Under siege, on wishes never granted, do men persist on fighting the evil this violence wields?