Even In Syria, We Will Be Happy Poem by Ekwueme Kelechi

We know the intercourse those weapons had with our land
The lives that flew away at the intensity of their union
We saw the flames dance proudly like a pompous peacock

The conspiracy among the bigwigs was so strong
That some flesh drank bullets for what they believed in
They quenched the rowdy noise of metals with their skin

But we, the remaining victims have decided to shame sorrow
With the swollen nature of our cheeks
We have decided to send her packing from our hearts

If we can do this even at the sight of what tears the eyes
How about you who comfort comforts?
Seize your days and make them worthwhile

(c) EKWUEME KC