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The Wrong Rain: An anti-war poem by Jennifer Vishagan

The Wrong Rain: An anti-war poem by Jennifer Vishagan
I feel a longing, to feel 
the hug-worthy summer again.
Sleeping under a blanket of smoky fog 
that vows to weigh worse
as the winter sways in slow and ruthless.
I have been thinking of grief, of loss,
of lives that lived 
like a merry-go-round only half a minute ago
now being carried half-alive, most not
by scurrying adults. The adults themselves 
physically hurt.
I so wish I were blind at times
as my eyes seem to see,
every place they look — all that I t shouldn’t 
have to be seeing, they see
all that didn’t have to be happening.

A thousand miles away from where I am,
a mother holds tight (like many more)
and cries over her child wrapped 
in cold, white sheets. 
Some bodies intact. Some an unbelievable bundle.
Her child
she would have otherwise put to sleep 
in a warm bed, having kissed goodnight. 

The battle reminds me 
of a moment that likely happened
centuries ago. And it came to be written of how 
from the heavens He called out aloud 
— after one brother had slayed another —
“What hast thou done? The voice of thy brother’s blood
crieth unto me from the ground”
Now who is akin to Cain here? Who is akin to Abel?
While we wait with an impatient patience
for every side to justify their deeds
time goes by, not knowing how to stop
the raining rain.

The wrong rain children can’t play in. I hear, 
they need to be alive first in order to play.

And a little past every midnight, comes to life
a wailing amidst all these voices in my head.
A wailing that I know, 
is not going to die out any soon. 
An agonizing wail.
And who knew 
agony can be this agile.
And who knew 
pity can feel so bitter.
Who knew we are a world free of sinners
so, we throw them stones at each other. 
The rest of us are just watching us throw 
mighty stones at each other.

I feel a longing, to find and hold what’s left 
of my family lying deep under the debris of war, I hear
many voices say.
Why, oh why does anyone war?

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