The Survivors’ Star

The Survivors’ Star
By Eliza Sible

If you look up at the sky, on a certain hour, of a certain night, you’ll see a special star
It’s filled with childrens’ cries and womens’ wooziness, seen but not said from afar

A liar might tell you it’s built from love
But a man will tell you the story of King David, “sent from above”

A story of its birth so beautiful and promising
With an end so horrible and grovelling

It’s like a tattoo that always stays
Or a burn imprinted by a farmer’s craze

It twinkles a bluish glow
Like the tears an unhappy widow would bestow

When you wish upon this star
Pray for the animals drowned in tar

For they were trapped and died in black
Still watching the life they’ll never get back

But forever, it sparkles and gleams
Letting you keep a hold of your dreams

They’ll tell you it’s all imaginary
You tell them it’s only temporary

Look up at the sky
And remember the cry

Of past people like you
And all who are new

It will keep your name in hand
And give it to the dusk’s marching band

Who will play in your dreams at night
And make the next day a little more bright

This special star
Seen from afar
Is for survivors
The Survivors’ Star