Fireworks last night
flashes in the dark
that leave no room for silence.
a shudder – there new year
is firing to kill
a thing we know
but cannot know.
At midnight, 2001 began its course.
Short-lived bursts of sparks
vied with the stars.
Inside was warm,
(with friends and a burning hearth),
closed windows dampened out the sounds
but still I know, and do not know,
that out there across the sea
there are no celebratory shots.
And that peace for mankind
is an illusion.
And then there is 2022
and humanity hopes still.
5 thoughts on “Peace and War”
Unreality becomes the new normal.
We do pray for peace . . .
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And humanity hopes still. Yes, we hold tight to hope – and surely we are right to do so.
What a powerful poem Erika, and you read it beautifully. How to make sense of this senseless killing and destruction, when there is no sense to be made?