How come the sky
all on a sudden turns so sunny bright
even here
where every day is chopped,
hacked and burnt;
where people feed on bombs;
where broken walls of schools
bear black bloodstains;
where rowdy nights
in a miasma of rotting humanness
smirk in malicious delight;
where tattered souls
still breathe a yearning
for a drop of peace on their tired tongue?
Oh why not?
For angels of valor have come out on streets;
pulling out the sun
from the debris of despair;
healing the air with the song of hope;
creating waves of love to spread across the world
while fluttering their invisible wings and glistening in smile.
[I must say Sherry’s poem Children of Syria overwhelmed me and also the video attached with the poem. I wished to include the video in my blog too but my WordPress blog would not let me. Brrrr]
Posted for Sumana’s Midweek Motif ~ Mirror @ Poets United
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I love this image…pulling out the sun
from the debris of despair; .. beautiful.
Such despair so eloquently expressed, yet still hope for a brighter day. Beautifully written!
I missed Sherry’s poem and will go back to read it. Yours is a mirror of truth, reflecting to us both the tragedy of war and the sliver of light, hope that people cling to. It’s a beautiful poem Sumana.
I love the image of “pulling out the sun from the debris of despair” sigh .. a beautiful and poignant write, Sumana!
It is a raw and powerful piece that resounds all over-and had me hooked. Wow!
Beautiful , Sumana.
Yes, that video haunts me, too, Sumana. Their innocent beauty and – joy – in the midst of devastation. How can any adult watch that video and not clamor for an end to war? I love the angels in your poem (and the human angels those children are), “healing the air with the song of hope” and fluttering their wings to spread love across the world. Sigh. May it be so. A million times over.
Actually that video, and those children, are a mirror held up to ourselves as a global society. And what we see is not pretty.
isn’t that really a mystery? one wonders why the sky is always beautiful while the horrors beneath lurk on. this was body-tingling. thanks!
This is such a sad and poignant poem, Sumana. But I really am hoping for those waves of love…hoping, hoping, hoping. We do need love!
I thought of that video even before reading your note. In the midst of watching it, I felt torn between feeling the joy and feeling that the children were being exploited by the filmmaker. Your intense images, with the “Oh why not?” in between, are so perfect that it’s scary. Only such angel wings can overcome:
“. . . where rowdy nights
in a miasma of rotting humanness
smirk in malicious delight;
where tattered souls
still breathe a yearning
for a drop of peace on their tired tongue?”
Ouch. We hope for miracles.
There is something quite vile about humanity that accepts war and unrest as normal where profits are made with armaments and starvation and homelessnes can be profitable too by a few who can manipulate housing for consumables so that some have plenty of while others none. Yet we never have a “Fairness” party to vote for, only parties to represent vested interests to the disadvantage of others usually those most in need!
Profoundly moving video and poem.
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Ah, this is one uplifting piece. 🙂
i also view the sky as a bright sign of hope. your inspiration is contagious!
pulling out the sun
from the debris of despair; great lines…..let the world open the eyes!
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