death, stars, War

My Least Favorite Star

Leah Chrestien
https://myfotolog.tumblr.com/post/104515502155/leannwu-the-starry-night
In dreams, I fall through pleasing stars
there thrives no tragic gloom;
and then when daylight fades the night
blasts chilling cries of doom.

I do not pine for the garish bright sun
least favorite of all stars;
"now, the bullets can pierce the souls",
says the commander of wars.

Pull down the sun from up the skies
let us bury those that died;
a new day and dawn will do no good
it will rip hearts open wide.

Shrills and trills and wails and cries 
are heard each passing day;
the death of a child crushes my soul
to which God should I pray?

Helpless, worthless, brown as I am
rights are reserved for a few;
DAMNED are you if you call for peace
they will, surely, come for you.

Pitiless, vengeful, the hearts of men
they quell 'nd cause bloodshed;
and tho' their fathers died en masse
they blow their neighbor's head.

Dear stars, I hate the merciless sun
it will often bruise and burn; 
the war grounds reek of cruel hate
will humanity ever return?

I do not wish for a bloody red sun
but for your sparkling beams;
your kindly light puts all to sleep 
brings peace to fitful dreams.
https://www.elephantjournal.com/2013/10/letters-to-myself-laura-ashworth/

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Published by Leah Chrestien

I'm a data scientist currently working for IDC and living in Prague. In my free time, I enjoy travelling, photography, hiking, theatre and literature.

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