The world is rich with terror
It's inside us and all around.The ticking clock tells me, I live
But, any minute could be the last.
A pack of fearless, vengeful men
With stings in their tails
are on the loose…
I have never met a militant
But, have seen grieving people
Spreading out the grave-sheets
around the ‘slaughter yards’…
The tired feet dragging corpses
of innocent men, women and children
rattle my bones, get deep
My head drops, albeit softly
I stand in one corner,
watch the ruins of human crimes.
But, with optimism firmly embedded in me
I shake myself think, re-think
Several attacks by the militants
have provided searing lessons
on how to return to normal
…amid shock, anger and anguish.
We have the power.
- the correct attitude,the ability
to regulate emotions within us
It takes resilience to keep the peace
change course and soldier on.
The air brightens up and mind begins to clear
It's time to pray for humanity.
It's time to pray for the world.
Written for Susan's