There is a reason for trembling trees in the wind
they are soiled with gunpowder, that fills the air.
The skies above alone bear witness to bloodshed,
they lend an ear to piercing screams that shatter.
And the news that follows brings panic and dread
reminds, us of hatred, that illuminates, our world
Oh how long must we endure the pain that stifles,
how much longer until breath comes out in fumes.
There, is a reason, for lifeless, streams and oceans
they are filled with corpses more than herring fish.
Oh, sighing sun above alone bears witness instead,
they treat mischance as they would a sunken ship.
And the news that follows hides pain and distress,
reminds us, of disinterest, that thrashes our world.
Oh, how long, must we endure, grief that smothers
how much longer, until we choose, to pain express.
‘Unleash the anger bottled up inside.’
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Yes indeed and the hot hot hot days we are having here
thanks for such a soul stirring write Sanaa
much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Much love….
Somewhere between data, misinformation, news and propaganda is reality…like a treasure hunt.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Rajani ❤️
Wow! As you say, the trees, sky and sun witness, while the press either spreads panic or remains disinterested, mirroring the streams “filled with corpses more than herring fish.” We smother and stifle our participation, our anger and grief–except for first peoples and those looking for solutions. But the press doesn’t give voice to these. Your poem carries so much truth.
Thank you so much, Susan 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
(and thank you for the powerful prompt 🙂 )
“How long must we endure the pain that stifles?” I wish there were an answer to that question…
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, MMT ❤️
Global anguish so well expressed. Heart-rending.
Thank you so much, Beverly 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
Well said, Sanaa….it seems things get worse and worse. How long till humans understand peace cannot be achieved through war? Sigh.
Thank you so much, Sherry 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
Sadly most politicians see these lives as expendable even though saving many is possible. I see an ugly uncaring world with false values and rhetoric more important than peace and happiness in the search for more wealth and the feel of power.
Yes unfortunately 🙁 thanks for stopping by, Robin ❤️
Yes, ‘how long until our breath comes out in fumes?’ You really nailed the sadness and disrespect in the world.
Thank you so much, Sara 🙂 so good to see you ❤️
How long, indeed? Sad but beautiful piece, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Khaya 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️
This takes me back to the days when smog was killing 1,000’s of American’s (money and we must drive our cars covered it up)
Definitely, thanks for stopping by, Martin.
You’ve addressed it head-on, which I think takes some moral courage. It’s so hard to confront, and so tempting to try and distract oneself.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
The reeking despair is decadent in this piece Sanaa; how can one not be deeply saddened after reading this one
have a blessed Tuesday
much love…
You too, have a blessed Tuesday Gillena ❤️
much love…
Undigested rage festers. We might not be able to fix everything by talking to each other, by showing the world what burns inside, but… indeed, letting it out is certainly a start.
Definitely 🙂 thanks for stopping by, Magaly ❤️
your poetry seems better and better each time Sanaa – this one hits the spot. I love the line:
‘they treat mischance as they would a sunken ship’
and I think the ‘Unleash the anger bottled up inside.’ would be a good message to put inside a bottle and cast seaward.
Thank you so much, Laura 🙂 so glad you liked it ❤️