Clutched in skin drawn tight around
a white, ignoble rag
there rests a symbol ready to unfurl.
The stains on it won’t deplete
a universal message that cries out
though snipers are still intent
on fouling the air with spite
and marking out their arcade of hate
so that none shall pass.
Not even the innocents
who crave the purity of a smile
The touch of a friend
that might release the fear
in the bones of that tightly clenched fist.
Go dusty spectre go
Escape the rubble and malicious stares
Find the soothing air without
Rob those that would stifle you
of your inheritance and settle
into the gift of a loving embrace.