I
can only sit and weep for Kosovo,
Bleeding
and dying as troops gather round,
Refugees
fleeing whilst bombing continues,
Where
oh where can solutions be found?
War
creates a maelström of feelings,
Whipping
the people to opposite poles,
Gone
the respect for life and liberty,
Each
one striving to achieve their own goals.
Every
one has a just cause to fight for,
Every
one has God on their side,
Tired
and frightened in the midst of conflict,
People,
still, search for a small place to hide.
Young
people rise to the call of their bloodlust,
Each
feeling pride in battles being fought,
Meanwhile,
all with the courage to confront their ideas,
Just
make new victims to be hunted and caught.
I can only pray as the death count gets higher,
That
sanity will prevail over vengeful cries,
That
people will pause to reflect on their actions,
And
begin to think of peace as a prize.
One
thing gives hope as each conflict commences,
We
know that, once started, one day it will end,
In
seeking this outcome as factions grow closer,
Can
we help old enemies call each other friend?
©
Stefan Lewis-Fish
(20 April 1999)