Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Behind the Wire

Behind the wire beauty lies
I see children at play skipping rope
Their mother looks down from the window above
Her heart filled with love and hope
The garden is green, full of flowers,
The birds frequent there every day,
The neighbourhood is bustling and the sun shines upon,
The children, innocent, at play
The building is painted bright colours,
Bright murals adorn the stone wall
Painted with love by those who live there,
The children had painted them all
Music is heard through the open window,
Followed by the mother in song,
The children who know every word,
Begin to sing along
On the surface the song sounds uplifting,
On the surface the words appear glad,
But if you listen closely you will notice,
That the message conveyed's in fact sad
I no longer can see children playing,
Hear singing, or see walls coloured bright,
Instead I can only hear a mother's praying,
For her children who died in the fight
The garden is taken over by weed and rubble,
And through the wire graffiti is splayed
As cold as the cold stone walls
Where once, happiness was displayed
But amidst the trail of destruction,
Behind the wire three red poppies stand tall,
Restoring hope to a new generation,
And love, within its walls
This poem was inspired by a photo taken by a very talented friend of mine, Robyn Carter

For Nia Glassie

I did not know you, but I love you
I could not hold you, shield you from pain
I know that God can now protect you
And that you did not die in vain

Those who hurt you, can no longer
No more shall you be at harm
Those who love shall not forget you
Safe within the good Lord’s arms

Baby girl you’re now an angel
And you now have wings to fly
Spread them, peace is waiting for you
In the heavens of the skies