The Rising Tide of War, Yet Once Again

The Rising Tide of War, Yet Once, Again

(To be read to the background Music of

“The Hours” by Philip Glass)

The rising tide of war, yet  once again,

Threatens every fellow human being, food supplies,

Homes, balconies, gardens, classrooms, playgrounds,

Parks, hospitals, clinics, retirement homes,

Stores, offices, artist studios, synagogues,

Mosques, churches, prayer centres,

Birds, wildlife, plants, trees, flowers,

Books in libraries waiting to be read

Museum exhibits to be seen,

Theatres, movies, orchestras to be attended;

The order changes with each desire or need.

Where will it all go from here? Will it stop? When?

A regime that could give security

To its people chooses domination

Over peaceful habitation, why?

Is its own vast country not enough for it?

Why proxies, billions spent on precious lives lost?

The rhythm, melody, tone, harmony

And lack thereof in parts of  “The Hours”

By Philip Glass, displays it all in sound.

Sad, tragic, yet, enlightened

As to the spectrum of human emotions,

Awaiting peaceful stillness in better times,

Believing, it will come as the finale

To the ongoing prelude…