In honor of Oct. 7, 2023, poem by Barbara Hennessey-Elzohairy

 

In honor of Oct. 7, 2023

Barbara Hennessey-Elzohairy

If I could talk to You,

   If You could Listen

So Much Pain,

So much Grief,

More than we can bear

and yet we must

for there are little ones

that will not have a voice,

that never, ever have a voice.

We must speak for them for they are our legacy,

they are the life that never

got to live,

crushed upon, fired upon

dying in utero.

If I could talk to you

If you would listen

only for a moment,

thru a broken heart,

a broken arm, a broken wing.

Could you hear my words

 in the deepest part of your being?

Rage on until there is no more,

cry until there is no water for

tears,

Dissipated in a flood of remorse

never understanding, never listening

to the best of you,

the part that can only imagine

what it means to hear

the crashing of cement

all around me,

If you could hear my words

for they are your words as well,

"Please shelter me,

cover me

for I have nothing else,

but You.

 

Barbara Hennessey-Elzohairy