🕊️In Our Heads🪖 Poem by Ian Gathagu

Another dawn, another siren's cry,

Children wake beneath a blood-red sky.

The smoke still dances where dreams once grew,

And tears fall where the flowers blew.



Streets remember what we choose to forget,

Names carved deep where the stones are wet.

Peace is a word the wind can't keep,

As mothers pray while fathers weep.



We fight for pride, for power, for land,

Yet lose the touch of a brother's hand.

We build our walls and call them home,

But love can't breathe beneath the stone.



It's not me, it's not my kin,

Yet the fire burns beneath my skin.

Every child who learns to fear,

Carries the war from year to year.



How many souls must fade away,

Before the night gives back the day?

We trade our hearts for rusted steel,

And call it strength when we can't feel.



The drums of hate keep beating loud,

And shame is hidden by the crowd.

We sing of peace but march to pain,

And curse the sky for every rain.



In our heads, they're fighting still,

Bound by ghosts we cannot kill.

History's chains still grip our mind,

The past won't heal what we've confined.



The silence screams through empty rooms,

Where laughter once replaced the gloom.

Now echoes whisper, faint and thin,

"What have we lost? What have we been? "



But deep inside, a spark remains,

A fragile hope that breaks the chains.

If one heart dares to truly give,

Maybe — just maybe — peace can live.



So let the drums of mercy sound,

Till love is sown on battle ground.

Let every tear become a seed,

And bloom the world we truly need.

~Ian G~