I haven't written in a long time. Some of that is do to the ever-increasing workload that I am taking, but mostly because I just haven't had the spark to write.
That said, I hope that you read this. I hope that you read it, and you get angry or sad. I hope you read it and feel some emotion. I hope you read it and wonder what I'm trying to say. I hope you read it, and think about it.
I imagine a sunset.
I imagine a sunset over hot sand.
Clear, cold, brutal
I imagine
Bombs are falling.
Children are praying.
Guns are firing, metal
is shrieking, men are
screaming
screaming
screaming out to God
and brother for salvation
Glass is breaking,
Women are crying.
And everyone is playing
a game of deadly
cat-and-mouse
that none will ever win.
I imagine a sunset,
and I wonder
Is sunset beautiful there?
(And silently in the recess of my mind I ask)
Is there such a thing as beauty
in a world of fire and hate?