Merry? Who’s merry?
Children in Haiti take joy in the Sun, bask in the smallest of loves. Palestine and Israel watch out windows, vacant hope, but hope reigns supreme. Zimbabwe: water is forever, but a brief gift, is a smile, being able to walk the streets, unafraid. It burns, it burns, to die in vain, but peace, cold and hard and ever after, lies below. Rest, Korea. Peace, citizens, patience is gold no greasy fingers can steal; slip away, hands, from the dignity, the soul, of these people. It is immovable.
Freedom is having the choice to be merry, despite.