Stalemate

A Poem by hanzabonanza

they are waiting now
far across the Green Mountains
in the early spring

below a black sky
where there hangs a hilal moon
and a single star

to the dusty coast
with burning sand stained red
from my brothers blood

and I remember
the smell of fallen jasmine
as if I was there

and the haunting sound
that roused me from my sleep of
divine modal tones

from the minaret
my dad saw built as a child
which now lies collapsed

however today
it's mortar shells and songs of war
which break the night air

while mad dogs cry wolf
with slippery words like peace
and feigning blindness