Imagine ordinary people
Outfitted in khaki and blues.
The news reels of war propaganda,
A mother grief-stricken with news.

What price do we put on our soldiers?
In victory or in defeat?
What cruelty of fate is the carnage?
What fate do the prisoners meet?

Imagine them all for a moment,
Just think of the life they have lost.
Let’s pray for a better tomorrow,
A day not bought at such a cost.

Copyright © April 2012 Norma Martiri

Form: Quatrain


If I Could

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If I could pick a star for you, I’d lay it in your lap,
And it would be the brightest star I’d give you to unwrap.

If I could catch the moon tonight, lasso it with a rope,
I’d pull it down so carefully; a radiating hope.

If I could sail across the seas, I’d sail one every day,
To capture valiant promises, my heart would lead the way.

If I could shatter obstacles, above the crowd I’d rise,
And there you’d be, my destiny, it’s you I’d recognise.

Copyright © November 2011 Norma Martiri

Form: Couplet