I'd Rather... Poem by Driss Ezzireg

I'd rather you stopped sending flowers.
Towers and towers would not suffice
To offer as sacrifice for the burning of idols;
Past, present and next.
Ideals concrete could best.
I'd rather you wore innocence.
To confound vicious reconnaissance
That would hope destroy the founding essence
Of our humble, honest lives;
Severing all hopes of future transience.
I'd rather we were cruel wintry seasons
In barren lands of fiery swift tongues
That sing songs of joy so light and fair
Than fastuous summers in soulless palaces
That breathe foul, filthy, gasping air.
I'd rather this world of absurd, false certainties
Stood firm to confirm the hopes and fears
Of true, valiant, ancient pioneers.
I'd rather your soothing, caressing lips
Murmured comfort in the world's disquietened ears.
For words hear better when ears shun fear.