Point, hold, dream

Poem

These hands were made for pointing
pointing to stars, and asking
these eyes were made for pointing
pointing to skies, and basking

in the answers
on the questions
to the thoughts
of sight, sound, and taste

such as
why send young lives
to the slaughter?
there’s still stars
to gaze
- it’s such a waste

these hands were made for holding
holding baby, bright and pure
these hopes were made for holding
holding their future, safe and sure

when hands grip steel
wear blood

eyes see murder
not love

hopes get stripped
and rubbed
out …

it’s time for your voice to shout
for change - for peace

for war to end
and, premature death
to cease

nights are made for dreaming
dreaming beyond hostilities
days are made for dreaming
dreaming of possibilities.

© Darius the Mate 16-03-2022

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