What would you give
to see lost loved ones live,
to hold onto
someone you knew
who died?
What allows you
to remain indifferent
to atrocities,
the craters,
broken bones,
bombed homes,
children crying
whilst somewhere
their parents are dying,
or the reverse of said tragedy,
the landscape that once held
generations of families
on its fertile soil,
now turned into an apocalypse
of biblical proportions?
What would it take
for you to use
my eyes,
and see humanity,
not how it is
but how it could,
should be?
In loving you and them,
all the displaced children,
the brothers, and sisters,
the moms, and dads,
the grandparents,
aunties, and uncles,
the cousins, and friends,
I am including you in
the circle of hope and safety,
my dream of a place where we
can all be free and happy.
So, will you please join me?