The storm fades part 2: Rain makes rainbows

6. I think it's called Peace

Wake up in the middle of the night
Harsh realities like a bright phone light
Wondering what's it like?
What's it like
To know that everything actually is alright?
To realise maybe there's a day we won't have to fight
But for now, we're stuck in this chilling 'some-day' dream in the cold, empty night
Thinking "this is the 21st century, right?"

What will it be like
When we're not seemingly bombarded
With terrorism and attacks
Prejudice and injustice from all sides -
An army of aggression closing in
What will we do
How will we feel
When we're not overwhelmed
With hate and intolerance
What will we sense
When we're not surrounded by
Misogyny, anger, corruption
Will we hear the angels singing
When every human is genuinely treated equally?

We're trapped in our own
Cave of hurt and greed
Alternative priorities
The sound of oppression booming
Echoing and multiplying till it's deafeningly loud
Locked and blocked
Chained by ourselves

As the bats circle us, screeching
The night drags on for years
I think we begin to wake up-
That as peace talks, conferences and summits are held
And protesters and groups take a stand
We might, somehow, fall out of our slumber?
But, as with each empty word we let ourselves down
Again, and again, and again
The only light is the moon's soft glow
I think it's called Hope

We're destroyed by our own hurricane
When our daydreams are not realities
It makes out days dark nightmares -
The intangible ones you can't comprehend or escape from
Like the hail our frosty minds
Brought down hammering in pain
Maybe if we all cared a little more
Our society could be an ice we might thaw

As the hail lightens, we peer through the gaps in our destruction
See what our futures are, what they will be,
Then what they might be, what we could make them be
And wow, compared to our current world of monotonous grey
It's bright and it's happy
It's colour, and life, and love,
It's a burning green
And as the winds settle gently
I think it's called Peace

When I dream of that moment
It's crisp autumn days that form in my mind
It's the zinnia burning green from beneath the leaves
It's emeralds glittering in the trees
It's soft sunsets, orange and blue
It's throwing the debris of the hurricane into the sky
And silver glitter drifting back down

It's never ending days that float into warm nights
That appear in my head
It's light- filled valleys and open fields that set you free
It's saying "Yes, we messed up, and we regret what we did
But look, we saw it was wrong and cleared the canvas
Started again"
But look, now it's alright
And so peaceful

Wake up in the middle of the night
Beautiful realities like the delicate sunlight
Knowing this is right
This is right
Now I see what true justice is like
Seeing we battled through the dark
Escaped from our night
Now everything's glowing in the
Glittering, turquoise daylight
Smiling, "we really moved on from the 21st century, right?"

LD x ~ 4/10/19