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ONE MAN'S (AND WAR'S) DILEMMA
I know I have to live, the old man said, having just lost his entire family to war…
But how do I go one living when I have nothing to live for?
How will I face the loneliness each evening…the heartbreak of each dawn?
How will I go on…when all I have…is gone?
Where will I put my grief every time hear their names…
knowing my broken heart will never beat the same?
How will I separate my sorrow while protecting their memories each day?
How do I keep those memories from ever fading away?
How will I find happiness again and not buckle under the strain?
How do I ensure your hate will not start running through my veins?
How do I keep your hate from winning when I’m so angry…when all I want to do is cry?
I’m not sure how I’ll do all this…but…for their sake…I know I have to try.
I will try with all my heart not to let you have my hate…and all it’s accompanying sins…
Because I know first-hand how much there is to lose…
the moment hate begins.
I May
Have to nominate you for an honorary Afram. "How do I ensure your hate will not start runnng through my veins?" 400 years of active resistance, to rebel meant death in ignoble and heinously applied applcations. Anger and the frustrations of futility exist as I type these hateless responses to inexcusable evil. You survive intil policy changes, war simmers down to an equable peace for this decade or denomination of days. War zones take guilty and innocent. Revenge takes on formulamatic edges, unacceptiveness remains when there is no resultant justice. War offers none.
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This poem speaks of inhumananitarianistic practices and the need for humanism's return. Thank you for sharing ideation from this end of the emotional spectrum
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Lady A
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