We old people fear*
as we see
our lads and lasses
who once wielded pens in homes
and happy with tomes
rush like moth
to a place
of their dream
to blossom;
to breathe an air
filled with gunpowder;
to send down roots
into the dark soil there.
Soil is dark……..everywhere.
They prefer
not to see
how hateful moments hover over each head.
It doesn’t matter to them
even if they get killed
for it is the land
of milk and honey and knowledge
kindling light.
So in thousands they fly.
We haul our heart
to the point of wailing
in vain.
In our empty nests
fear reigns.
*In remembrance of Srinivas Kuchibhotla, an Indian engineer who was shot dead in Olathe City, Kansas, a few days ago. He was probably a victim of racial and ethnic divisiveness. To apprehend the gunman a 24 year old American was injured too.
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Fear @ Poets United
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