The land is parched,
the sun reigns down
in fervent, feverish glee
but the rains refuse to come.
The rains have all been washed away
in tear-like repose
that slowly slid across the earth –
unnoticed, uncared for, and forgotten.
The powerful torrents of tears have passed
from years of thoughtless endeavor
they quickly fell beneath our feet
and we cursed their own creation,
summoning gold to fill our pockets
while we overlooked future truths.
The earth wept
for all the hurt-filled lies
the shouted curses
the sounds of boots marching
in weary streets
as indifferent shadows
carried ominous signs written in their soul’s ink.
You can hear them,
crooning repulsive war slogans –
or better yet, just die
but not on our land.
This hatred is how we got here
all tied up in a bow
slung from the hate-filled backs
of protestors on different streets
but the feet were marching
to a similar odious tune.
Chanting whistled through the air
the intent of which resonated
whips lashing at innocent backs
you could hear the contact
and feel the torn flesh beneath its weight.
The result was infestation
and the air was filled with putrid blood
and still, they continued on, unquenched.
They cursed everything separate from them
felt comfort in their own hate
and they slid across the streets breeding lies
and what good did it bring?
Hate is the pestilence
that crawls upon this earth
and the result is death and grief
and then – more hate.
So now, yes – there are no more tears
just a lingering stillness of discontent
a waiting in the false silence
for the howls of war to begin
and each side peers to the next
waiting for the opportune moment
to take another one down
massaging their sleep-deprived skulls
with a salve of malicious intent
because the other side –
they are not human
they do not deserve
to live in peace
and they’re much better off
and I have more right
I have more right
I have more right
is the nighttime tune
they all use to lull themselves to sleep
only to wake, armed and ready
for another day in infamy
and they dress themselves in degradation.
The truths of history,
we should know them well
for the earth still weeps beneath our feet
but our intelligence blinds us to those truths
but know that there are those of us
who will refuse to take up arms
to fight a war we don’t believe in
and though you may have forgotten the words,
we shall pray for peace.
© Sumyanna 2017
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