Why is that?

ever heard of elegant trees
proud mountains that tower like pillars

seas that control their tides

language that unites their tribes.

then in comes wars that steal from mothers
their husbands touch.

drums that remove lips
from breasts of mothers and daughters.

and deep down, behind those clouds
where heaven sees and heaven knows all things,
heaven won’t lift a finger, heaven won’t blink
heaven won’t save, won’t order, won’t keep.

leonell echa