This poem I wrote on Tuesday December 12th, 2019. It is a prompt response to the Christmas classic “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” by Judy Garland in the movie “Meet Me in St. Louis” a sad Christmas movie about World War II. A hope that the following Christmas will be better than the current year (a year filled with families being forced apart by the war)
\nThis was a prompt using by Daily Wisdom Words by wonderful poet Abuh Monday Eneojo.<\/p>\n
The War is Like Honey In Holiday Lights:<\/p>\n
In this Christmas,
\nwe are in these smoking lights.
\nIn our poverty,
\nIn our never-ending wars.<\/p>\n
Like every Christmas it seems,
\nEver since I became a young man –
\nthey forced me into these hate battles
\nFighting “enemies” whose faces –
\nAre in family photos
\nJust like mine.<\/p>\n
The government has tried to white-out my mind.
\nMany years ago,
\nblank me out,
\na dot to be eaten by the machine.<\/p>\n
Replaced me into the sticky,
\nfill in the wounds with the honey,
\nin stitches.
\nCohesive, bare boned and breathing in last heartbeats.<\/p>\n
There are the memories
\nPretty voices humming
\nIn hope,
\nI pray to a sky
\nThat cannot fathom all the angels.
\nThe angels,
\nThat supposed to be cradling us all.<\/p>\n
As these nightmares burn in our skin,
\nlayer me in towers upon towers of fears.
\nI try to imagine,
\na boyhood love of bells ringing,
\ninstead of missile sirens purging the purity from the air.<\/p>\n
I will always have my mother’s voice.
\nShe will sing to me from the haunts.
\nSing to me,
\nin hope –
\nas more of my brother’s fall.<\/p>\n
I cradle in this sticky dirt,
\nin my cuts.
\nAnd hold it up,
\nSo my angels can cradle me.<\/p>\n
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