a battle of sight and thought
two worlds fighting over signs and books
up into the air you can find only uncertainty
the clouds forgot how to flee
choked by the fumes
of our wars
we face Mecca and prey
for our souls, hoping to redeem ourselves
it is hard to worship
holding an AK47 in your hands
it is hard to bend down
when you have three knifes in your toga
but this is faith
they say
the trench soaks in blood on both sides
flyers inviting to peace
useless wood chopped down, emptying mountains
not understanding the way of nature
listen carefully
because a whirlwind is
our last hope
to make a leap
over the rainbow
into another world, a better one