hope, eventually

tick tock
the bombs drop
blood spills, oil fills
wells and pipes
women cry
men scream
children dream
tick tock
round the clock
guns and bombs
empty palms
end in sight
nowhere near
in the streets
death and fear
tick tock
Middle East
freedom fighter
terrorist
CNN
al-Jazeera
criminal, or people’s hero?
all day, every day
war that never goes away

tick tock
losing hope
tick tock
growing dope
tick tock
Uncle Sam and Taliban
leaving bodies in the sand
all year, every year
on the ground and in the air
in the cities, on the streets
hardly any food to eat
peace outside
fantasy
peace someday
or anarchy?
people pray and people hope
but their hopes
hang from a rope
minutes hours days and weeks
tick tock into centuries
my one hope is to be wrong,
to see hope grow wide and strong
only then can this war end
only then can these scars mend
until then, the hope for peace
hides within deep enemies
they are one day bound to see
hope ends wars, eventually.

[photo lifted from scrapetv.com]