Poetry Collection

Mars

All the swirling flames in the night sky,

Burning people, burning the divine.

In the deep darkness of the evening,

You can't see the smoke's lingering,

Lingering above our scared heads,

Creeping underneath the babies' beds,

Sneaking in like the enemy,

Annihilating this whole city.

Beyond the pillars of the temples,

Around the kingdom, the dead tumble.

They kill the guards, the men, the children,

And slaves will become of the women.

I hear the screams, screams of horror.

Crawling and creeping on the red floor.

All these tall, thick walls that we have built

Led to this like the threads in a quilt;

We just got ourselves imprisoned

In a moment that has no reason.

Is it better to run, and be caught,

Or stay, and serve the enemy's call?

There is a girl, crying behind there,

Hidden in chaos, I won't tell where.

They've killed her family, her home's burned.

O how she wants to scream, "Stop this! Stop!

What caused this? The desire for the top?

Haven't you realized how savage

You are tonight in this certain age?

And you call yourselves heroes? Leaders?

Real leaders don't rise through someone's blood.

I wish that your future descendants

Will hear birds, see blue skies, feel great shores.

They will read about us, our war.

Forever history about us.

I hope they won't wish war like you did

For who wishes it gets killed by it."

But the poor girl kept herself quiet

As she saw how the wounded ones bled.

Peace is known by the smallest people;

The kind of peace that's perfect, yet simple.

But how do we find this perfect peace

If people are too afraid to speak?

(April 29, 2013)