There was a time
when Time evoked tomorrows.
Today, it speaks only of yesterdays.

Where has the promise gone
of brotherhood sans frontieres?
Where are the tears we shed,
the blood to irrigate an earth,
once yours, now mine,
once mine, now yours?

Why must my only view
of you be through
the barrel of a gun?
Why must I search for you
in the debris of a divided sun?

How long will this daily suicide last?
Will we have separate heavens there,
or find ourselves sharing
another common hell?

F. S. AIJAZUDDIN
9.10.19