The same old song

Mouths hush to a silent lull-

i sighed in awe as my
emotions were bathed by an orhestra
in a musical splendour-
however, the world outside this theatre
brings a more familiar sighing tone;
one awash with demise.

chords were struck with
passion, love and dignity.

Geniuses stroked-
the strings of their hearts
brushing ears with a blissful sound;
-unlike the sound of bombs striking and bullets
that fire-wounding; death and grief into
those most innocent

empty shells could not be heard echoing in here;
only a standing ovation, where cries
resounded at such a memorable performance
-unlike the memories of embedded shrapnel;
tears that weep from bloodshot eyes
where tears fall-heavy in vain

Wind-
swept gracefully from lips of maestros
carrying the beauty of unity;
through the air
egaging with their ensemble

-unlike news
that engages our attention
which spreads quickly; travelling
through the media with the blare-
of the same old bloody tune with
lyrics of war and trauma

will they ever write verses of liberation and peace
or
just continue to print death warrants
and sentences masqueraded
upon song sheets?

..doesn't take a genius or a maestro