(To all service men and women fighting for freedom and justice)
I do not know what is like
To be awaken by the thunder of the guns.
I do nor know what is like
To leave hurriedly my home, leaving behind
What I once called my life, my ways,
Generations of tradition, burned with a
Single bomb dropped from above,
A fallen angel consuming all I owned,
All I called mine.
No, I do not know what that is like.
Nor do I know the weight of roses
On my arms, as I lie them down
Over a grave, and weep, as my
Heart bleeds with clear tears its despair.
Because of you I do not know
What is like to fear the skies; a dust
Cloud from afar; an unknown face;
A foreign name; an unexpected
Sound in the night.
Because of you I am a child of peace.
Ignorant of many horrors and frights,
Unable to erase your pain and scars,
And the nightmares that visit you in the dark.
But to you I give thanks.
From the purest light in my heart.