Are you not the giant that struck my world on its axis, the destroyer of my inherent assets, the breakers of my ground and galaxy? Are you not the harvesters of my unripe dreams, the unruly guardian that weans me off the land that fed me with fairytales, folklores, and fables?
You wars and conflicts the hidden treasurer you exhaled and exiled is a peacemaker
Are you not the scourge that turned me prey to my friends, who made them befriend bullet and guns, when you swapped my land of generosity for animosity, when you sent the hurricane to my land of heroes?
You wars and conflicts, the hidden treasurer you exhaled and exiled is a peacemaker
Are you not the seducers of doomdays that stripped me toiling and loitering from the land of ancestors, which refused to let me go, and lost me at last to the alien soil that embraced me with grace?
You wars and conflicts: the hidden treasurer you exhaled and exiled is a peacemaker
No matter who I am I no longer languish in lamentation and limitation, only longing for hope. No matter where I’m from, when my home of courage turned into a carcass hardship did not break me, but it hardened me to solid rock. No matter when I’m ousted with hostility: when the doors vanish, lives are opened. I’m hosted with hospitality when the doors that venerate lives are opened.
You wars and conflicts. The hidden treasurer you exhaled and exiled is a peacemaker
10 October, 2022