In answer to David's "I cry with you Abu al-Aish"
Three Fine Flames are Gone
These three bright flames are gone
whose fires once warmed our lives
this world just cannot weep enough
for all this pain within your heart,
nor can we fathom why they went
why were these flames snuffed out.
The inconsolable tears of a father
for all this pain and grief, he’s lost
the three most wonderful flames
that brightened and blessed his life
and yet his tears are for us all
for this his loss is our loss as well.
These three gentle flames of Peace
blessed all they shone their light on
as three soldiers of a gentler march
whose message of peace could have
melted the hearts cast in cold hate
but now this message will not be told.
Gentle father as you stand weeping
feel all our arms upon your sleeve
for you are not alone by these graves
we are here, all of us, silent, bowed
and in the sudden stillness we breath
and recall these three daughters we lost.
Your grief is our grief, tears we share
for each time one of our kin is killed
it is ourselves that are diminished.
Cruel fate to have killed right now
and never to have known that peace,
these three flames had hoped to see.
David © 17th January 2009