Drupes Poem by Zyw Zywa

When they are at your door
you already know, it already is
too big to comprehend

Heaven does not help me
I don't understand the higher purpose
of the war, I can only hope

for an outcome that makes sense
We are promised soft fruit
but we get stones to eat

Luck turns, coalitions switch
and we stay behind, without help
and love we keep plodding on

until an illness releases us
from the hard life
we never dreamed of