Isaiah, you gave your blood to build this country
Now the streets are hungering for it again
When your son is shot,
weep for your daughter
You are always afraid, you are always afraid
It is a familiar fear
An old fever that never left your bones
And even when everything is gone
There is more that can be taken away
This is the essence of war,
Loss.
They screamed victory
And your parents turned to memory.
Be at peace, Isaiah.
The sky falls and
Everything turns to grey
You know this. You know this.
That is your tragedy.
Your children will have to.
That is theirs.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 12:33 AM UTC
Isaiah, you gave your blood to build this country
Now the streets are hungering for it again
When your son is shot,
weep for your daughter
You are always afraid, you are always afraid
It is a familiar fear
An old fever that never left your bones
And even when everything is gone
There is more that can be taken away
This is the essence of war,
Loss.
They screamed victory
And your parents turned to memory.
Be at peace, Isaiah.
The sky falls and
Everything turns to grey
You know this. You know this.
That is your tragedy.
Your children will have to.
That is theirs.