Shattered glasses all around me, hundred reflections, of blaze, stare,
Senses reverberate, to the deafening roar, in shock, in awe and gasping for air.
I huddle on my torn carpet amongst stares, amongst the shock, incredulous and oblivious,
Eyes, wet in the images of a crushed skull, awake, wide open and yet unconscious.
An unfinished piece of bread, stale perhaps, for the darkness that lies ahead,
Mind starves, and heart feeds, in blood, in fear and in hope for all things sacred.
Eyes bulging out of my skull, hair withered away and mind playing dumb,
In the cold of the night - nails wasted and blue, lips thin, skin clinging to bones and senses numb.
I am destiny’s child; I know not what is mine, what is the future and what is bygone,
I am God’s child, child of the Promised Land, await I do -for a dawn.
A never ending conflict for the Promised Land. May the year 2009 herald peace very soon.
