karimisms

Friday, October 19, 2007

peace in my world

My peace is struggling
To be heard
To be seen
In the midst of violence
In the midst of killing
Wanting to be warm
In a shivering world

My peace is loud
Like a whisper
In the dark, quite night
No one is listening
Despite the pain
Despite the anguish
Despite the screams
That no one can hear

My peace is heavy
Like a drop of rain
Falling into the abyss
Of guns and machetes
And losing all sense of
Togetherness

My peace is calling
The names of little ones
In darfure
In Baghdad
In Jerusalem
It is calling the names
Of my little ones
In Birmingham
Zade, dury…demi

My peace is crying
With tears transcendent
Unseen while they vanish
Into a world hard and cruel
But like a rainbow
It has colors
While gloomy

My peace
Wants all to stop the hate
To stop the carnage
Mounting
When will we stop?
The carnage
The CAR-NAGE
In our world
In our back yards

My peace is dying
For the world to hear
When will it save me?
From becoming another tomb stone
With a beginning
And an end
That came too soon

My peace is asking
All the children
To find their own
Peace
To shout it loud and clear
I have it
I have it
I
Have it

Then and only then
They will know
Life can be as sweet a the dew
On their little toes
As light as a dandelions
After their cheeks blow
And as bright as the sun
In their big little hearts

Their peace
Starts in their world
As little as their tiny chest
Then renders itself
Bigger than themselves
The caterpillar is a prisoner first
But with patience and love
The world has no walls

My peace
Is
In
My world

posted by Karim Shamsi-Basha at 8:17 am  

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