CALL TO PRAYER
Minarets and spires
Glow in the waning light
As bombs begin, signaling night.
I hear above them a haunting wail;
An ancient call to prayer
In an ancient city, in an ancient land.
My heart cries out
Tears run down my cheeks,
And I wonder that for which he prays:
A horrible death to the Infidel
Or for an end to bombs
To bring ever-lasting peace.
©Copyright December 10, 2004 by Annette Morgan