Kamand Kojouri

the setting sun’s soft rays
scarcely light the faces 
of my fellow weary travellers
sons joke with their fathers
daughters sleep on mothers’ laps
friends play faded playing cards  
with an envelope for the missing jack
here a toddler’s hand under his chin 
like a scholar there a family roars
with laughter eating sunflower seeds 
from a pink plastic bag 
we breathe the crisp marmara sea
together suddenly i loved you
despite your circus of violence 
i love you Humanity!
with all your many ifs 
and your many thens

Kamand Kojouri