Dust Of World Peace
© Surazeus
2018 04 02
This way the ghosts of everyone we loved
will never know the reason we must go
outside the home where they left behind words
we collect with photos in silent books.
The planes that bomb the home we built last year
laugh like butterflies in warm summer breeze
so we will not forget who rules the world
and owns the stones where we hide memories.
We paint our stories on the cement walls
of refugee camps with blood of our eyes
so no one will remember our lost names
when we vanish in the dust of world peace.
We gather on the hill where Jesus died
and protest how they steal our ancient land
so they shoot us dead with bullets of law
while we wait for the winged horse to come.
You watch your movies about superheroes
who fight injustice as old gods reborn,
but you ignore our plight because your god
claims the land where we were born as his kingdom.
All our courageous sons strapped on bomb belts
and killed themselves to shock you with despair
by blasting you with your own arrogance
but you erect high walls of privilege.
Six million of your friends and family
were murdered in the horrible world war
but now you trap us behind the barbed wire
where your grandparents once huddled in fear.
We stand before you without guns or bombs
and hold the soil of our land in our hands
but our dreams of paradise blow away
as nothing now but dry dust of world peace.
© Surazeus
2018 04 02
This way the ghosts of everyone we loved
will never know the reason we must go
outside the home where they left behind words
we collect with photos in silent books.
The planes that bomb the home we built last year
laugh like butterflies in warm summer breeze
so we will not forget who rules the world
and owns the stones where we hide memories.
We paint our stories on the cement walls
of refugee camps with blood of our eyes
so no one will remember our lost names
when we vanish in the dust of world peace.
We gather on the hill where Jesus died
and protest how they steal our ancient land
so they shoot us dead with bullets of law
while we wait for the winged horse to come.
You watch your movies about superheroes
who fight injustice as old gods reborn,
but you ignore our plight because your god
claims the land where we were born as his kingdom.
All our courageous sons strapped on bomb belts
and killed themselves to shock you with despair
by blasting you with your own arrogance
but you erect high walls of privilege.
Six million of your friends and family
were murdered in the horrible world war
but now you trap us behind the barbed wire
where your grandparents once huddled in fear.
We stand before you without guns or bombs
and hold the soil of our land in our hands
but our dreams of paradise blow away
as nothing now but dry dust of world peace.
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