Nightmares fly past windows in Tehran, Gaza, Doha, Tel Aviv.
Rockets make paths in the grey darkening sky.
Shadows of buildings that once were
fill cement broken blocks. Who dares walk outside?
Sound stops. Air pushes down.
Drone arias bomb without rhythm
Rockets make paths in the grey darkening sky.
We hear them, mourning the sounds of death.
Drone arias bomb without rhythm. Who writes their song?
Chooses their prey?
Who dares walk outside? Your mother informs you that
safety will come another day.
Footsteps crash on the stairs; voices call out in alarm.
We step back, deeper, away from the walls.
We hear them, mourning the sounds of death. Who dares walk outside?
Your mother informs you that safety will come another day.