Standing By The Ruins

Let them hold the pen

and write their own destiny

rewrite all our wrongs

write away the suffering

write verses about springtime


instead of winter,

write verses about laughing

instead of crying,

dancing instead of dying

let them write lines about life.


The people hunger

let them relax and eat figs

let them enjoy peace

and drink their tea in the shade

without bitterness and fear


let them hold the pen

and write verses about love

and the sun and moon,

about the flowers growing

and the two rivers flowing


let them drink knowledge

again, instead of poison

let them write the truth

let them tell their history

of math and astronomy


and technology

and medicine, let them heal

the wound must be cleaned

but let them clean it themselves

let the people of Iraq


take hold of the pen

now, after too many years

let them write their fate

let them have milk and honey,

let the poets write again


they too have language

let them use it as they have

for millennia

let us find the translations

and read what we’ve long ignored


lets find them standing

by the ruins of their home

speaking timeless words

words that we refused to hear

in a tongue we’ve tried to slice


let’s put down the knife

lets sit in the shade with them

but only listen

we’ve already said enough

it’s time to give back their pen




About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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