HOPEFUL (Poetry)
The enemy crept up on us in our unpreparedness
Made a desert of worship centers
Mercilessly took all that was ours
Stole from us Long hours at work
Made the schools a gohst yard
Emptied out the parks
Our strengths failed
For in the art of war
We are unskilled
And gradually,
Everything
Thins
Out
But
We raised our bowed heads
And there you were, at the very front line
Shooting at the enemy, fighting for our safety
Restoring our long lost hope, calming our troubled spirits
We are assured that our schools and parks would spring to life
Because we know that not all warriors take lives, some give life
Not all warriors wear armor, some wear masks, scrubs and gloves
For us, this is war, but for you, waiting to happen, is a victory dance.
