When they interrupted and asked if I was ready
I had trust, no questions, only obedience for
I trusted in singular sincerity of honesty.
When we humbly asked them for help
it was not for repayment but for humanity
to prove right is measured in deeds not money.
We did not pile our dead bodies, one-upon-one
like a Trump Tower, propelled heavenward
to remain only within our memories.
We quietly buried our loved ones
with thanks for their selfless sacrifice,
grateful to receive reward in a better place.
Women of war we are called but we do not
begin hostilities – we prefer negotiation,
compromise, creation of community.
We will finish what we are called to
fight, with clenched-fist ferociousness,
determination, single-mindedly, together
Andrew C Brown
Illustration Nick Victor