Today...

Today someone asked me

if I had prayed.

I prayed

in silent hope and despair

for Darfur and its blood torn skies

for Juarez and its valley of dry bones

for Afghanistan and its empty ice cream parlours

for Guantanamo Bay and the rusty skeletons of justice

for Tibet and Burma and the persecuted in Vietnam

for Argentina and the bloody coat hangers of the barrios

for the United States and its borders of barbwire and metal factories

for the Earth and her ailments

I prayed

for change.

(EC)