Poem: A Memoriam of India

Missing teeth set in a smiling face
Bright colors floating in the violent sun
Radiant flowers peeking out of a wooden vase
The bustle of feet increased when the day is done.

Incomprehensible words spilling from foreign lips
Bodies constantly encroaching on personal space
Denim and cotton empty by holes and rips
Tons of metal swerving as if in a race.

Dark faces with bright eyes locked in a stare
Cracked heels and calloused toes amidst glass and foil
Tarp enclosure lived in by five and a pair
Back hunched over from working in soil.

The passion and joy that is ached for
Power flowing freely after spiritual drought
The desire of the SPIRIT to come even more
The enraging of a flame that will never go out.

Colliding together over mats and under sky
Dancing and singing for the ONE WHO WILL NEVER DIE
The air filled with voices and the tree's quiet sigh
As the houses listen to the song of Adonai.