06-19-2013, 09:44 PM
Worn images, like old but distant friends,
flicker in and out of cluttered minds.
We cry sometimes to see the broken limbs
of bloodied children, dusted by their war;
small price, we note, for freedom’s curdling call.
Ripped hearts and doll-dead bodies
do not move us anymore.
We hoped one sun would be the God
to steal and stir immiscible beliefs
into that promised meld of humankind.
As if the furnace heat of holy lands
could ever cool enough to firm the melt,
or by attrition reach a settling point.
We pray for peace no more.
What point or purpose in a winning hand
when all you gained is lost to join the game?
What trait within the evolution meme
can kill the child, yet pass unscathed through time?
And when in comfort, wrapped warm in our beds,
what answers spring as Sleep comes drawn by Peace?
Not one; we do not stir but dream away your war.
Tectak
2013
flicker in and out of cluttered minds.
We cry sometimes to see the broken limbs
of bloodied children, dusted by their war;
small price, we note, for freedom’s curdling call.
Ripped hearts and doll-dead bodies
do not move us anymore.
We hoped one sun would be the God
to steal and stir immiscible beliefs
into that promised meld of humankind.
As if the furnace heat of holy lands
could ever cool enough to firm the melt,
or by attrition reach a settling point.
We pray for peace no more.
What point or purpose in a winning hand
when all you gained is lost to join the game?
What trait within the evolution meme
can kill the child, yet pass unscathed through time?
And when in comfort, wrapped warm in our beds,
what answers spring as Sleep comes drawn by Peace?
Not one; we do not stir but dream away your war.
Tectak
2013