crumbles the church the city prayed.
rings the house of an old friend.
explodes a truck, bodies sprayed.
runs peace, hope, in a rushed parade.
between the booms, bangs
i plead above
let this bad dream be
cursed and damned.
This is a fictional poem inspired by the still unending war in Marawi, the only Islamic city in the Philippines. I can never fathom the reasons of these groups in killing not just lives but the hopes, the future of the children left clueless and helpless in the middle of this war. May peace blossom again in this corner of my country.
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In response toQuadrille #38bywhimsygizmo.
Today, I want us toDREAMtogether.