Monday, May 28, 2012

Massacred Places

There are places in war
That become defining places
Places of battles. places of heroes
Places of triumph. places of defeat
Places where a life is lost
Places where the war is won 


Sacred Places
My Sacred Places
Massacred Places


I was told wars were just wars
Just wars for the good cause
To fight the root cause
Of evil. of fascism. of occupation
It is hard to remember these wars
I don't trust the history books anymore


Sacred Places
My Sacred Places
Massacred Places


My Lay, Vietnam, 1968
Srebrenica, Bosnia, 1995
Qana, Lebanon, 1996
Houla, Syria, 2012
We open up the graves. we line up the bodies
The blind smell of destruction is deafening my ears


Sacred Places
My Sacred Places
Massacred Places


Acts of war are acts of humans
We dig for culture. we meet with barbarism
Don't lie to me. don't fool yourself
Your morality is hollow. your humanity is dead
When the victims are counted
The victories are meaningless


Sacred Places
My Sacred Places
Massacred Places


There are places in war
That become Sacred Places
Massacred Places. turning points
Who did it? we all know. who asks?
The realities on the ground speak their own truth
My Sacred Places. on a day in May. this was Houla



6 comments:

  1. One beautiful poem, K.

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  2. Tears of truth I'm shedding after reading this. Thank you for sharing your beautiful but sad poem.

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