Life is a lie

You babble about hope, forgiveness and peace when bodies are piled in ditches, I hear you but have to digress;
I cannot listen but talk what you please.
Of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow I know nothing, I only see lead colored clouds of murder. I listed to soldiers getting drunk on pillage and greed, how they talked about looting, about raping our children.
You talk about love, when only a month into war, the only thing growing is hatred. In the pit of my stomach the venom of vengeance is growing. I crave to see fear in the eyes of my foes, I want them to cry before I lovingly rip the life from their bodies.
You talk about mankind, while what I see with my eyes, speaks nothing of kindness, nor of man.

You say life, but I only hear lies.

Today I could not write about sunshine or hope. I think we have come to a point when hate is boiling in so many hearts. This piece of prose contains this line: “Talk what you please of future spring and sun-warm’d sweet tomorrow.” – from the poem A Daughter of Eve by Christina Rossetti.

Sanaa hosts Prosery at dVerse.

20 responses to “Life is a lie

  1. A very timely write, Bjorn. The situation in Ukraine grows more dire every day. I am so reminded of Hitler in his time, marching through countries, killing millions of Jews as the world sat for far too long doing nothing.
    This line says it all: “You talk about mankind, while what I see with my eyes, speaks nothing of kindness, nor of man.”

  2. I haven’t been to dVerse for awhile but your interpretation here, rips me apart. Timely truth.

    Sick of the lies too.

  3. This is incredibly timely and heart-wrenching, Bjorn. Especially resonate with; “I only see lead colored clouds of murder. I listed to soldiers getting drunk on pillage and greed.” Thank you so much for writing to the prompt.

  4. I hear you Sanaa. It does shout LIE indeed
    yet we must struggle within ourselves to see the hope of peace there and the return to rebuilding soon

    Much💜love

  5. Wow, our poems, our POV and message are perfect book ends tonight; far out. How does a poet turn their face away from such horror?

  6. I hear you, Bjorn and I feel everything you are saying. How do we even sleep at night as this continues? And are we really supposed to feel helpless? I don’t think so. That is the part where we fail.

  7. The hate you write of, the horrific rage, the helplessness we feel … all of it palpable in our lives. I cannot imagine the devastation in Ukraine, even though I watch as it happens on a screen ~ A SCREEN!

  8. One retired US general has suggested the US begin an effort like the Berlin airlift. Now to convince the powers that be to do it. Legislators are far more concerned about who sleeps in whose bed, who stands for a song at an athletic event, and what women do with their bodies to become involved in fighting the real evil.

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