During festive seasons of revelry and lights
Gluttony squanders precious food. Elsewhere
Hunger shrivels guts with pangs of emptiness
Some corners of the earth sparkle
With the warped glorification of materialism
Others squirm under the darkness of scarcity
In the rumble and rubble of missiles and bombs
Everyone is a loser; the dying, the dead, the warring
All cries of victory are scratched out from rasping throats
Gravelly from drinking their brothers’ blood
Life shudders on the sidelines. Helpless, powerless,
imploring to be resurrected the dove is butchered
Again and again and again
on the anvil of revenge and supremacy
