DEAR HAMLET

Frailty? No!

Do you not see them?

Creating

On blood stained sheets,

the future,

while the others wait.

Composing

by candlelight

the symphonies,

while the others sleep.

Praying

when all hope was lost,

for peace,

while the others fight.

Singing

to fill the gloomy air

with song,

while the others talk.

Working

to fill the hungry bellies,

for pennies,

while the others get rich.

Uniting

with the touch of their hands

the people,

for no one else will

Weeping, yes, weeping

for their sons and daughters

and husbands,

lost in the explosions,

stolen in the night,

sold in the markets,

raped in the empty buildings.

Forgiving

with their holy spirit

the offenders

as only god forgives.

Frailty? No!

Do you not know them?