Poets respond. They are frequently prompted by events occurring in the world around them. Local and global matters compel a poet to respond. Therefore, I find myself needing to write about the conflict once more taking place in the Middle East. I write from the perspective of innocent lives lost on both sides of this hideous, rolling conflict. Poets have long written in the political sphere. This poem has been swirling around in my head all week. I must respond to this internal tension. These became words I felt compelled to write. My poem is a triversen poem. The Continuing Conflict For the duration of my life this narrow strip of disputed land has been a conflict zone. Daily atrocities pour forth from news reports, where innocent people fall victim and terror is written on children’s faces. Wailing sirens duly announce the firestorm of destruction and the sky rains death. Any thought of a two s...