Point of No Return

By Lynn Ockersz

The blood, the gore, the insanity –

The children are seeing it all,

Across a tra gic divide of hate,

That’s been of their elders’ make,

Over long seething centuries,

And deep in their hearts,

A red-hot resolve takes shape,

Like a hissing cobra held at bay,

To take a life-for-a life,

And a future for a future,

Since vengeance, they swear,

Is theirs, and they will repay.