When I walk outside today I will see blue skies
perhaps a touch of gray, possible thunderstorms.
I won’t see blood and carnage,
I will not experience the loss of limb
my world ‘today’ does not contain
a cease fire to prevent ripping human lives
apart both physically and mentally.
When I walk outside today, no flying shrapnel
will cross my path or take out my brother
as he stands by my side.
I will not go to the site of a bombing
to identify the lifeless body of my young child.
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When I step outside today, I will recognize peace alone,
I may be wracked to the teeth with societal blues
that weigh me down, and become important to my
well being. Really? Does it all really matter?
How am I blessed to be in a country that fights the inane
battle of gun-control, of protecting our own, of shooting
down our neighbor on a Saturday night over a girl’s smile.
Can you imagine the thousands that might trade your life
for that of nightly air raids, and a neighbor loss count.
Or is it really that simple to imagine they want to be
like us over here where freedom is slapped in the face
at every turn. Where our lives matter, their lives
are given to sacrifice and hardship. Maybe they live better.
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Perhaps all the spiritual reckoning that we choose to ignore
while amidst the terror and political chaos of war,
along the avenues of frightened nights, and anxiety driven
afternoons, and frozen in my daily steps mornings.
becomes that powerful guiding force, keeps their soul alive.
Who am I to believe that my peace alone is the proper Way.
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