Why ?

               WHY                     BY TIM WILLIAMS AUGUST 2014

A GIRL SITS IN THE DUST UNDER A BOMBED WALL
AND RIVERLETS OF TEARS STREAM DOWN HER CHEEKS
MAKING WINDING TRIBUTARIES IN THE DUST THERE,
SHE SHOUTS AT THE TOP OF HER VOICE , " WHY ", " WHY ", " WHY ",
SHE SLOWLY LIFTS HER KNEES TO HER CHEST,
HER HEAD SLUMPS DOWN SHAKING, SHE SOBS RELENTLESSLY
FOR THE LOSS OF HER FAMILY, THEIR HOME AND POSSESSIONS.
ALL SHE HAS LEFT ARE PAIN , MEMORIES THE CLOTHES SHE HAS ON
A NECKLESS AND A TORN FAMILY PHOTOGRAPH FROM HAPPIER TIMES.

" SHOW ME THE SENSE IN THIS WAR ", FOR I MISTAKENLY THOUGHT
ISREAL TO BE THE HOLY LAND.
" ENOUGH , ENOUGH PLEASE STOP "
WHICHEVER SIDE BE RIGHT OR WRONG, WE HAVE SEEN ENOUGH BLOODSHED,
NOTHING... JUSTIFIES THIS CARNAGE,
THIS CANNOT BE SEEN AS RIGHT IN THE EYE'S OF YOUR GOD,
AS IT IS NOT IN THE EYE'S OF MINE.