Ceasefire

Ceasefire.

Sentient being, the time has come
I bring wrath upon your soul…
A tragic death to your very truth…
Tonight I cast your sorrow…

A mortal soul playing god
And a feet tainted with oil…
We see them walk in the desert
Step-click-boom! Death’s birth…

A tragic loss of humanity
A battle of hell
Where no one,
Not one…
Wins!

Burned homes and farmlands
Destroyed schools and hospitals
Decaying bodies lying around
Hear the children cry
Make this madness stop!

The moment we were born,
We were already condemned.
Someone said, “We
Are attached to death,
Chained like prisoners”;
Our existence is
Our very own battleground.

And from the time
We opened our eyes,
We fight for our survival.
Where we be fittest,
Is the only
Place we could
Contain our sanity.
Everything else –-----
The sounds, sights. Even
Our solace,
They are only backgrounds
To this once isolated place

Now it’s time to stand defeated
From peace talks left unsaid
Face the prize, no winning ground
Unless we are all dead

-aris, ca, christine, patti-
November 5, 2008