Prayers are like fractals stringing wounded

Hearts from a somber and ravaged earth

Waiting for heaven’s staircase to welcome

Any whispers pleading for mercy 

So that war takes no more 

Souls of children who have yet to birth a voice

Somewhere between freedom and peace

A prayer will know stillness

But at what cost to humanity

Does one more tear even matter to those

Who cannot see beyond darkness?

Keep those prayers afloat in your hearts,

In your dreams,

And one day, perhaps, it will be hatred that will be the illusion

We will awaken from.