When the sun spits another unforgiving morning,
Rain erases – undisrupted
– Old dewdrops of regret.
What does it matter if a barkless dog
Bites bodies and their hearts?
Listen to the absences of piercing screams
Hear the accusations of dawn.
”What do I care for the many chambers of the heart?
Or the orphans trapped within them?”
Listen to the silence of the growing dread.
Hear the cruel rhythm of what is said to be history.
”Why should another million dead
Taste bitter in my coffee?
Why should the lack of shooting stars
Remind me of another sky,
Where rockets dance and children cry
And hunger eats regret?
And when my eyes search the crowds for a promise
I find nothing but a spark of light
A drop of hope and misery.”
How much longer left to wait for him?
When will the broken find respite
And when will suns smile down on reformed earths
Unmassacred by grief,
By weariness and by greed?