As the bloody ripples from conflict in the Middle East travel outward into all our lives, the media images grow more heartbreaking by the hour, so today's poem is presented without an accompanying picture.
THE SPARK
Insistent broadcasters supply
grim images that horrify.
We look, aghast, then shrink away
from moving pictures that display
the carnage and brutality
that challenge our humanity.
As each hour escalates our fear,
from every tv set we hear,
young children, futures stolen, sob,
while angry voices of the mob
who, as the flames rage in the dark,
deplore the fire, forget the spark
that set alight this petrol-drum.
Preserve us and protect us from
the wounded that wound in their turn
and celebrate as cities burn.
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