Dates will not matter
Though into our lives they pitter-patter
Names will mean nothing at all
They will remain an alphabet waterfall
Syllables and metres will make no sense
Nor will grammar and tense
Because imagined lines
With their exploding rhymes
Is the poetry that nations recognize…
Is this wise?
Nations are people who see
On land, air, and sea
The mathematics of division
But not the lifelessness of reason…
And so it is Aylan and Galip today
Who’ve been sent away
Far away and beyond lines that reason not
Lines for which we have always fought
Do these lines hear our cries?
Do they make us wise?
Poem written on 04 September 2015