Dystopia

I promise I’m not teary, I’m fine!

but watching as kids litter their hearts with pain,
scared their next step might be on a landmine,
having to worry if what is above their heads
is another missile or just sunshine
leaves a hole in my faith in humanity,
every passing second for them is a deadline.
Why do our wishes and efforts seem to be in vain?
Dear God, why does it always have to be Palestine?

I promise I’m not teary, I’m fine!

Tomide Abdul