A Hymn For These Times

[stickmaker]

This was written for one of my stories, and is for WWI and its immediate aftermath, but it seems appropriate for this era: 

 

"A Praise of Bravery; A Prayer for Peace"

I dream of flying.

I dream of soaring over the battlefields.

Ypres.

Flanders.

Gallipoli.

I dream of bravery and fear,

Of struggle and pain,

Of victory and death.

Of lives and bodies spent

To gain yards.

Or nothing.

I dream of the rulers.

Of how they waste their soldiers,

Their citizens, entire nations,

Without care.

As if playing some child's game writ large,

And in blood.

Their only goal to move pins on maps.

I dream I cry out to God:

We are so weak and small,

While the world is so horrible

How do we make it better?

God replies:

You are greater than you know.

Raise your voices, raise your fists.

Show those you fear your true strength,

And they will fear you and listen,

And the world will be better.

I dream of a world of peace and plenty.

Where those few who wish violence

Are caught and taught

A better way.

I dream of flying.