Hope

There was no word from you, I was afraid,
Warring militants in wonton rampage.
Your life, before my eyes, would simply fade.

In dark of night the rebels staged their raid,
Random slaughter, no one escaped their rage.
There was no word from you, I was afraid.

Common graves dug, no identities made,
Just round numbers on the newspaper page.
Your life, before my eyes, would simply fade,

If not for hope that somehow fate had staid
Violent hands from your throat as war they wage.
There was no word from you, I was afraid.

TV images, prisoners on parade,
Are you among the hopeless on that stage?
Your life, before my eyes, would simply fade.

Fearing that no help can come to your aid
In time to save, to know, in time to gauge,
There was no word from you, I was afraid.
Your life, before my eyes, would simply fade.