Write it Away

I hear the news from afar

The newsreader crisp

Like in the movies

Their smoke fills my screen

Fills my lungs


The mother’s cries that rise

Out of the rubble

As she holds her child


How do I see that?

Cold, with steeled eyes

I rub them

They are dry

Dry with the ash

From the fires

That fly through the skies



Bring it all to rubble

Till we are all desert and dust

Scream out loud

to the unending skies

burning fire

Bringing them down

Birds in the skies

Would you like something to drink?

What do you have?

I am always a bit nervous flying…

It is the safest thing you know..

Not like you are in a war zone

No, I’ll have a coke please

Pass out under a blanket

While they are still free

You never know

The way the world is going

What they will take away from you

A sheet, let me have it

While I can.


What are you writing, he asked

The little one, born besieged

We ran, ran from the bombs

To answer his innocent little question

Ma, where in the world are there no bombs

Nowhere, child.

There is no place to hide

No place we have left for you to just watch the tide

None, where you can be you

Or write, as we used to

What am I writing, you ask?

I am writing of the day, today

Before they come,

I must. I must write it all away.


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