The Spark of Life
Image by Zoltan Tasi from Unsplash
I hear the rumbling before I feel it beneath my feet.
Walls caving in around my legs, trapping me.
I am in Mexico
Pakistan
Iran
Iraq
Rwanda
Israel
the United States.
We, the children, the people, caught in the crossfire.
Eyes searching the skies for news of peace from our saviors.
But the saviors are playing chess.
Are we the chess pieces?
No one cares about our walls,
our water
our existence.
We cover the globe with hands outstretched,
palms naked and dirty from ash
lying on our backs, looking at the sky as the spark of life leaps from our eyes.
The head of the household cares not if the world exists.
His eyes are on loftier desires in the heavens.
We, the children, do not wish for gilded dreams such as that.
We wish for delights untold where we live:
to be heard.
to be seen.
to exist.
A global fear ripples across the fields of wheat, rice, and beans.
When the fighting ceases,
will there be children left
to clap for joy?
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Sue Cook lives in Freeport, Illinois with her husband Randy and two dogs. Her passions include assistance dogs, rescue dogs, music, acting, theater, poetry, and Doctor Who. She’s been in both film and theater and is a regular cast member of the podcast Doctor Who’s Line is it….Anyway? Sue is an advocate for the use of Service Dogs to assist their disabled handlers to maintain their independence. Quigley’s Quest, her first children’s book, addresses how a dog becomes a Service Dog.
