Prisoners of war have been released
Does it mean peace?
What is peace if children are slaughtered
And demonic spirits raise ugly heads.
Release prisoners of war
And call off this celebration of human carnage?
There are times when the body wants peace
And so does the mind.
Amidst volatile flames of everlasting gunning
Shelling and killing,
Children see blood as an everyday metonym;
Adults don’t understand between killing
And dying.
Only at the helm of Gaza
Sits an omniscient God
An all forgiving deity ( must arise )
We do not know if in this conflict
Between Israel and Hamas
There are men or mannequins
That are put to rest ?
Only don’t shout at them
Or blaspheme, or incur their wrath.
The dead when woken up dishevel
Into bodily spirits, making the quest
For a peace in the midst of embattled
Skies all that dangerous.
Only a red streak blotches the sky
A ‘cease fire’ is cessation of war?
Call for truce in cartilage of grey skies?
Or is it the misshapen belief that guns
Will stop piercing skies, and children
Stop weeping?
Enough of orchestrating innuendos,
And the pretence that bullets will
Stop roaming jettisoned dark skies.