Carmine Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Distant borders covered in frost,
benumbed junipers forlorn;
Where warren laid on fields,
dread usual, buried beneath leas.

Imprisoned here, ruins left to hear,
barbed wire to lay blockade,
Crown of thorns, you wear;
In the midst of maw,
where trails known,
still they withstand.

Fronts resurrect, latent at places;
How they adapt in stagnant,
burdened in time, and hard to hide:
When furrows express silence.

Vales that never end,
harsh, to keep you aware;
Be way empathy,
As essence rests beside ethos:
Yet carmine hope flows,
through homes, and lucent lantern withal.