In times of conflict, should we mourn beyond mere rhetoric?
Where once my nephew, the child of my eastern brother,
where his laugh rose light like a lark song, there is now only the endless
How deserted lies the city, once so full of people!*
Where once he knelt to pet a street dog--a mongrel mutt, my brother said-- only to have child cheeks
and affections loosed, now there are only
How like a widow is she, who once was great among the nations!
The raging nations rush to take the high ground
they say, by their gods, or their war birds, or
the last, most
nuanced tribes. Rhetorical sleight of tongue, they have forgotten the way of
She who was queen among the provinces has now become a slave.
*All italicized words from the biblical book of Lamentations, Chapter 1.