To dust

 

Always falling now.

Every day is the same.

I watch the world burning

On the breath they gave

To heal the wounded

And lift the breathless up.

I bear witness to lives

Crumbling into dust.

And when they run out

Of the breaths they gave

To keep  us warm, you come 

To carry their limbs away.

Why are they cries for help

Answered with a world of silence?

I bear witness to a world 

Burying their resilience.

Can you not hear the hands of the clock moving forward?

And how even those hands are asking you to stop?

To stop and listen to the stories you are erasing?

But your barbed wire hearts are tearing them apart.

“It’s every man for themselves” is what you said.

And they wouldn’t even have a moment to scream in anger.

Cause if they dared to have any of the feelings

You will call their dead silent bodies the aggressors.

And as the hands move forward,

And as eyes turned heavenward

The clock moves another hand.

Do you hear them call?

Do you hear them at all?

One minute to the next bomb falls

One minute to the next bomb falls…

Are you counting them yet?

Counting the wounded 

And counting the limbs

And counting the dead children.

Counting the blown buildings.

Counting the once loved people

That are now left alone

And the places once called home.

Counting the hearts turned stone

And the once that are broken.

Counting the excuses politicians

Wants us to fall asleep in.

Counting the lies that they tell

And the sounds that sound like hell

And counting the people under their spell

Counting the days until we can’t count them at all…….

Always falling now.

Every day is the same.

I watch you all fall silent.

As silent as the breaths they gave.

You forgot the wounded

And put other stories up.

So you won’t need to bear witness

To their lives crumbling to dust.