POLITICAL Poetry: The Silent Prayer, by Ruba Elgarhy

Shaky breaths,
Silent tears,
Chilling nightmares of forgotten fears.
One night, two nights, three
Have you not heard them beg and plea? Have you not?
I stopped at ten,
Looked at the skies
And wondered, ‘when?’
Chalk on walls,
Summers, winters, falls,
Springs haven’t visited since then.

Brilliant bursts of light
Buried deep
Into the dark of the night—
Sparks that shook great thrones.
Halls now flooded
With piles and piles of bones

I prayed, and then I prayed again
Yet I looked at the skies
And wondered, when?’
As I watched, wept, waited
For the rain to wash away the blood,
And the death that lingered in the air.
More gates were shut,
Less sand and more chalk
Perhaps I’m next to walk
Towards the pile—
Another dying flare.

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