This war on terror…
And terror’s war on us all.
Is there ever a winner?
What does a child have to do with any of this?
Grownups that do not get along over religion
And follow blindly their insane masters.
Faith should unite us…
Yet, through history,
We have chosen to bleed in its name.
What kind of loving God would ask us to kill for him?
This is not my Lord.
Are you sure it could be yours?
Quantum physics teaches us
That we are all one and the same,
Interconnected as brothers and sisters,
When an innocent life is lost to an ignorant cause
Something in each of us dies as well.
Humankind at its worst,
Heading towards self-destruction.
Today, my own humanity is shaken,
I do not believe we can make it
If my five year-old nephew asks me about dirty bombs.
Back home and all around, violence is present, too,
Though in different forms:
Children soldiers who will never play,
Women raped and punished by hypocrites,
Traffic of people, arms, drugs and exotic animals,
All feeding into ever more carnage.
Despite it all and to my surprise,
As I type these lines at a bar in DC,
Waiting for some poetry to awake the life in me,
People walk by, a family dines at the next table.
The sun shines and the world is beautiful again,
Worthy of our hope,
Our infinite determination to speak up
And, with our words,
Continue on in our humble fight for peace,
For the wondrous little things that make us humans.