Discover 

I long to discover new vistas full of opportunities,
where new cultures thrive in their golden cities,
where, in strange grass, new animals graze.

But when I look across borders through my screens,
I see only crops burning in fields of smoke, dead.

Still, I wish to get lost amongst golden streets and alleys,
where exciting aromas sprout from unknown spices,
to relish the juicy, engulfing tastes of exotic cooking.

But bitterness is the only thing touching my tongue when
I try to speak up, facing ignorance mixed with silence.

Daily, I dream about evenings of exchanging wild stories,
round the fire with vividly dressed new companions.
As we drink together, we’ll teach each other our ways.

But all I learn is the atrocities of bombs, stories of starvation—
realities veiled by silk-tongued rectifications.

I would pay a lot of money and time to visit those lands,
where I can witness the wonder in cultures unknown,
where strange language makes up the music in my ears.

I long to live in a world where borders are open,
where there is no war, and voices aren’t silenced.
To stop what is now, there is nothing I wouldn’t give.

So I continue to long to have more power to fix everything,
and do more than just wishing.
But what can one person do?