Poems by Aliison Alt
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Do Not Hate The Way They Hate
Though they sting with a serpent's tongue
You be pure, you keep your heart young
Though they corrupt, they torture, they rape
You shine your shoes, you don your hero's cape
Though their hands are filthy with blood
You release those tears, you let them flood
Hate is like poison, hate is contagious
Evil is always waiting, its grasp is tenacious
Protect your human heart, be prudent but not jaded
Though death has come and cannot be traded
Under the rubble, we see hands intertwined
Begging you to never forget the love left behind
Don't let the raging fire turn you blind
Hold fast to that Godly spark with which you are divined
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Because I am Yours and You are Home
It's the way your flag waves
It's the way your rain Is our blessing and curse
It's the way you cry too
When you feel that muddied hearse
It's the way you reject
Hatred and disunity
It's the way you have deserts
That are gardens
And gardens that may be Eden
It's the way you are soaked in blood
With no one to hug
It's the way you have held
Those lifeless bodies
t's the way all will come rolling
When the Messiah comes strolling
It's the way I'm tethered to you
And no matter which way I slice it
That thread tied to my heart
Well, you hold the other end
A land and yet simultaneously
My sweetest friend
Praying from too many oceans away
For your peace
Knowing that 6 thousand miles
Won't stop these dreams
From finding you as I sleep
As my fathers did
As my mothers did
I ask how is my dear land
And her people
Are they as many as the sand?
Do they fill the sky
Do they still cry
Can their tears move mountains
Have all the dead been counted?
Oh that I had wings
So my broken heart
Could go to your broken bones
And by your bloodied rivers
I'd write my laments and poems
Because I am yours
And you are home.
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I Refuse to be Comforted
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I imagine walking through
The harrowing halls of Massacre
I imagine going after the desolation
I imagine running my finger over faces
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Long gone
Long abandoned
Long lifeless
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I imagine how eerie the houses
That only hours before
Held happiness and cheer
Held those raising their cup
To the new year
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All would be paused
The world would be suspended
In this home upended
In the town dead and desolate
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I would scream
But even then
You would be gone
And there would be no comfort
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I would wake up from this nightmare
Only to know
That there are those
Still captive to this living hell
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And the only reason I live on
Is only so that Savages don't win
So I'm resentfully hopeful
But I can't let you down
I cannot give up
And I cannot be comforted
I refuse to be conformed.
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