The time is now

Need I depict
The dread that can
Reside in a picture?
Need you be wakened
And called to the struggle?
They need not remind you;
It's a responsibility; you must pay
Humanity
Your home and your land.

See your sons
Right from school
It seems, striding,
Books in hand.
Now they hold rifles
And draw the sword.
Murderous beasts
To disinfect from the earth.

My boy writes, "Mom,
It's hard work,
Still,
Who wants to rest
Until it's done?"

I wear a smile
On my pale face,
My heartache hidden
Behind ten doors.
A fresh case
Over the damp pillow,
Put on in the morning so nobody seees:

The tears streaming
Through the night from my eyes,
The pains oppressing
This lonely heart,
The fears tied up with certain belief:
We will blot out the black power.