We reap

burdened by tears

our fields run to dust

by the wise choices of others –

We reap

where flowers do not bloom

where none but hatred

can find room for growth –

We reap

eyes cast down to the ground

laboring through resting hours

carrying our pain –

We reap

and wait

for those who have sown poison

to begin their harvest –

We reap

until we rise again

knowing that love

transforms ploughshares

into revolutions ~ Caroline A. Slee