Handshake
Poetry
Can we handshake on it
This has gone for way too long
Our minds have gone numb
We’re tugged to where it is louder
And where there is voice, there is power
We’re the new generation
And we’re born with our helmets on
Our Hearts, your modeling clay
Only it’s no child’s play
Our lives are at stake
Let’s just handshake on it
And we hope you’re tired too
It’s been tiring for us all
Don’t you miss simplicity too?
Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow
It’s cold yet exciting,
Like playing with snow
Though I see hope in winter
I welcome the first days of spring
For this planet is full of colors
Urging you to start a new leaf
Taking off our helmets at last
Picking up our hearts in hast
Off to make a beginning for peace
Until then we believe,
That before your arms ‘’fall’’
Our summertime will be your handshake
So let’s handshake on it
We’re watching closely
But our guard is up (when is it not?)
How your world welcomes the human being
Breathing for the first time today
Can we just handshake on it?
For we’re the new generation
Born in a darkness-ridden world
Longing, for the ever-lasting light
And if forever is a long time
Good luck keeping us away from our fight.
-Imane Ben
[October 13th, 2023]
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Author’s Note:
May we be gentle with ourselves through the difficult times that we, citizens of the world, are going through right now.
Thank you for reading. Until next time, be gentle.
PS: Would you like me to ‘’read’’ my poetry in the future?
