Appalled and angry he stares after the lifting fuselage.
By his side his children sit in the dirt, with the whiff
of kerosene in their nostrils and their weeping mother
trying to make sense of the inexplicable losses.
——
Firing weapons raise smoke to sun kissed skies,
now nowhere will be safe from their anger and hate,
together they try and understand the meaning and
imagining driving further, threats on every corner,
–
while soldiers clean their guns and wipe blood off
where weapons have invaded their fragile bodies,
and somewhere a general orders his men to kill
and kill and to kill again until he is all powerful.
A fragile world where death is ready to invade each
corner of life, overheating oceans and desertifying
the beautiful land – for selfishness and blind greed,
and still they sow violence, burning and violating
—-
their own, their land
and their hope
and everything loses.
