The woman weary from walking

No words are needed
I saw her trudging on her long journey
her destination is a circle, her fate and the world which watches:
her face, her people and her tears. An explosion and a sudden startle.
The frontier is far off, like peace - and drinking-water.

This is history in my time, as the 21st century begins:
scanning the sky for those all-important aircraft
with their sophisticated pilots : cowards who kill
and then return to base for “a few drinks”
and family pleasures.

In front of our TV screens, we contemplate her fate as woman, mother, daughter, grandmother, and grandchild.
We make little effort to avoid losing sight of her, her face, her tears:
An explosion and a sudden startle.
The frontier is far off, like peace – and drinking-water.