Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem in which every sentence, except for the last, is a question.
Will he see what I see,
And feel the pain of history?
Can he recognize the success,
And appreciate a work in progress?
Will he be humbled by mountains’ majesty,
And taken with the land’s bounty?
Will he be energized by the sun’s intensity
And lulled by the song of the sea?
Can he see past the pockets of poverty
To perceive richness in dignity?
Will he note only struggle and strife,
Or just a different way of life?
Will he grasp this piece of my identity
And share in fond memories?
Can he respect the place I called home?
The affirmative would bring such shalom.