smoke

By Ben Haideri ’14

The cloud of smoke

blocks the honest path,

Leading its followers

towards one of violence.

As the soldier watches

his country getting destroyed

by bombs,

From the jail in his window

cell.

As the dirty snow covers

the fallen murder weapon.

As the peacemaker loses

his tongue to the will

of the dictator.

As silence and darkness

begin to comfort more than

their counterparts.

As curtains only block out

the rays,

But not the blinding sun

itself.

The child that used his

covers to hide from the

monsters,

Became the prisoner trapped.

Trapped in the worst

jail called a war,

Where the cells are

the only form of comfort.