Once beliefs and dreams came true,
when in nineteen hundred eighty nine
a wind of change could crumble walls
and poverty would wane. Maybe we
forget too quickly though. There was
exodus in Balkan and in Rwanda
genocide, but yet through makebelief,
we lulled ourselves, that with a new
millennium humanity could prove that
humans were better than the beasts.
But, maybe angst infests with age,
suspicion nests in brittle bones or it’s
fear that manifests itself in grey of hair.
I have lost my faith in us, in we, in me.
Poets might lament, but words have
ceased to be the mean for change, as
not even death can thaw a frozen heart.
And, I wonder if compassion only grows
from ash, and that we have to phoenix
burn before a peace can thrive again.
Today it’s the 5th day for dVerse 5th day of celebration, there is an interview with Anthony Desmond and Gayle host us with a prompt on belief, pondering what we might believe in, or had believed in. I am pessimistic right now, when the first news are coming in from Munich. Yet it’s not the terrorists I fear the most, it’s the fear it will induce. I will be on hiatus for the next three weeks and I hope to return in a more positive tone.
July 22, 2016