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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