A Poem for Syria
by Arya F. Jenkins / April 16th, 2017
Where once humans
Splayed full of love in
Contemplation of
Nature under a limitless sky
Before an unspoiled sea
They now cramp full of
Poison that does not
Let them breathe in
Paroxysms of fear and grief while
Waves ripple toward them
Full of darkness.
Rolling their eyes to heaven
They search for peace
They cannot find
Other hands other voices
To comfort them
The only sure thing is death
Instead of god
Instead of justice
In place of kindness
There is only blowing sand
Singing the world’s sadness
Burying more losses.
Arya F. Jenkins is a Colombian-American poet, writer and peace and social justice activist whose poems have appeared in numerous journals and zines such as Agave Magazine, Blue Heron Review, Cider Press Review, Dying Dahlia Review, Dissident Voice, The Ekphrastic Review and more. Her poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. She has also published poetry reviews in Cleaver Magazine, Cider Press Review, Rhino Poetry, The Poetry Cafe and Vol. 1 Brooklyn. Poetry is forthcoming in Luna Luna Magazine. She is the author of three poetry chapbooks and a short story collection, Blue Songs in an Open Key (Fomite Press, 2018). Her novel, Punk Disco Bohemian, and a collection of short stories, Angel in Paris & Other Stories, are due for release through NineStar Press in 2021.
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This article was posted on Sunday, April 16th, 2017 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.
