I’ve been trying to find words to express my feelings over the tragedy currently happening in the Middle East right now. These are the only ones I have.
On and on the blood flows
and back through time
the river of red extends.
Back and forth
the rockets fly
over man-made borders.
Back and forth
the bullets strike
across the blood soaked land.
When will enough blood satisfy?
When will another act of violence
finally end violence?
How many mother’s sons and father’s daughters
do we have to see dead in photographs
before we say enough?
When will love,
like a child,
lead the way to peace,
rather than hate?