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