Just a little something that’s been ratting around in my head since last night. WARNING – this piece is NOT light in tone, nor mild in imagery. So, having been properly warned, I give you “A Prayer”.
Before I go to sleep each night
And let things drift away,
I beseech God with all my might,
That He grant what I pray.
My prayer might sound a fair bit cruel
Or harsh for what I beseech.
But I seek to use it as a tool
For those I need to teach.
I ask that those in positions of power,
Who send our forces to fight,
Should, each one, for at least an hour,
Watch a loved one’s eyes lose light.
That a beloved offspring’s hand they hold,
As from wounds sustained, they die.
That they feel the skin go slowly cold,
And hear that final sigh.
That they feel the blood that has been shed
So clammy, slippery, and slick
And know it was THEIR words, so grandly said,
That ended their loved one too quick.
So once again, as day becomes night,
This terrible prayer I will say,
In hope that words, and not military might
Will end conflicts … perhaps, one day.