POLITICAL Poem: The Red in the Sand, by Jessica Hardie

When I turn on the news
I see you.
I see the suffering on your faces
Tears flowing down gaunt cheeks
Bones protruding in many places

Your children and family being killed everyday.
How could life possibly be this way?

Food and aid has run out
There is no supply
Mothers cry
Watching their children die

The red is on the walls.
In the rubble and in the sand.
The red is everywhere there.
It’s dripping from his hands.

Hiding behind antisemitism
If anyone has uttered a word of criticism
But this is not about race or religion
It’s about HUMANITY
Which has long been lost in all of this insanity!
Believe me, I love the Jews.
After all, I am one too.

How can we sit and watch
As these horrors unfold?
History will reveal itself
The truth will soon be told.

I wish that I could help you.
Feed your children and give you a hot meal.
I can’t imagine the pain and helplessness
that you must feel.
I wish I could give you a warm, safe shelter
to sleep throughout the night.
But all I can do is pray for you.
Pray with all my might
Pray that you don’t give up your fight

And as this war and misery continues to persist,
I wish that one day, some how, you could read this.
That way you will know that someone who cares

ACTUALLY DOES EXIST.

The Red in the Sand