I watched them fall like scattered rain,
Faces all etched with pain.
Guns were raised, and hearts were numb
The war played on like a broken drum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Smoke above, and blood below, But in the rubble, I found more So now I stand, not with a blade, Poem by: Abigail Blessan<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I watched them fall like scattered rain,Faces all etched with pain.Guns were raised, and hearts were numbThe war played on like a broken drum. Smoke above, and blood below,and I kept asking, \u201cWhat do we know?\u201dIs this the end? Is this the way?To fight, to die, to fade away? But in the rubble, I found morea different pull, a different war.Not for land, nor leaving breathbut for the souls outpacing death. So now I stand, not with a blade,but with a hope that doesn\u2019t fade.I fight with faith and with grace.For light. For love. For a better place. Poem by: Abigail Blessan<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1472,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[24],"tags":[26],"class_list":["post-1473","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem","tag-abigail-blessan"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1473","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1473"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1473\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1474,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1473\/revisions\/1474"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1472"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1473"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1473"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/ipcphiladelphiadubai.com\/loaves\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1473"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
and I kept asking, \u201cWhat do we know?\u201d<\/em>
Is this the end? Is this the way?
To fight, to die, to fade away?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a different pull, a different war.
Not for land, nor leaving breath
but for the souls outpacing death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but with a hope that doesn\u2019t fade.
I fight with faith and with grace.
For light. For love. For a better place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n