Grief digs deeper when the winter months mutter war,
the loss of place, of purposeful peace and the gross
destruction of homes, humans and even habitats of tiny
beings that have sought warmth under the frozen crust.
It’s a bloody burden that they carry on breaking backs,
as they see bursting bombs of greed and intolerance
smashing into smithereens years of toil and travail,
silencing the calls of battered birds and coy children.
We watch and groan and tearfully pray for mitigation,
to live again and not counting the cost of glorified guns,
weaponry unleashed on the fragile world already over
heated as war fuels harm to frail, failing ecosystems;
as they struggle against rising seas, warming of water
and of land, creating a damaging tide that cannot be
turned. Wearily we watch our toothless, Russian aided,
corrupt leaders sanction in word but not in action.
Avaricious armies advance taking away more acreage,
and Hitler hungry thinks to have all Europe in their
sights as they wave and wield weapons in the faces
of the weak and wounded. A coward starts a war.
To take words and hear them is a core act of courage,
The brave are willing to alter their minds if certain;
but the craven will resort to violence to cover their
own frailty and persist against sense and humanity.
They’re usually far from the battle lines and lie low,
guarded and victualled well. Too, I want to crawl
away into a niche from the news and the blaming
game but we shall stay struggling at the margins.
Let us stand together and link our arms for peace,
to raise our voices, tweet and write and sign every
petition that a lonely suffering nation might know
their traumatic terrors are not yours or mine but ours.