Your Wish

Do you feel for one second That you were right all along? No use now,

The past is permanent.

Faint sounds

Haunt the hands of history, And sometimes

I still hear them.

You wanted it to happen,

You asked for it all.

It’s misleading and deceiving, Now welcome to your wish.

When you speak of what you want With an appalling face,

Do you really want it?

I wonder.

Thousands gone

To be remembered,

Who said—

“T will survive.”

Dreaded civilians

Forced into battle,

Used

For wrongful purposes. Faint sounds

Haunt the hands of history— Don’t bullshit me,

I know you hear them too.

—Clarisse Thornton