Drops of bombs from the sky,
fear grips me tight.
I look up the hill,
searching for a way,
Even in the caves, no
escape from the fight.
On me, scorpions wage
wars, pain and despair,
The grave opens its
mouth, a constant threat.
I run down the valleys,
with no refuge to share,
The skin does not hold
the cold, defeat.
Must I be bombed to live
at peace?
Must I be displaced to
gain my hope?
Must I be a refugee to
live freely?
Where is the promise, freedom
for all?
Where is the promise, no
going back to war?
Where is the promise,
taking towns to villages?
Where is the promise, we
are equal?
Stop the hate and give me the love
Ref: Psalm 137
Pr. Ayella John Bosco
Writer/Critic/Teacher
