There was the terrorism
of a thousand and one nights,
the everlasting, ever current waging
of never ending wars.
There was a face on a shelf, a smile
on display and a promise in a showcase.
All I wanted was beauty and all I got
was possession, all I lost
when I lost it all.
Then I saw many smiles, many
promises that didn’t fade
because I didn’t expect them.
All I want is to ever see,
and ever forget the terror
of a war I’m not meant to fight.
