My heart bleeds
When I hear of the invasions
When I watch many cities under siege
And myriad annihilation by the gasoline
My heart bleeds
When I saw young tender buds
Blossoming and promising little ones
Under the mercy of the weather
And the cruel comfort of cold breezy streets
The playpen is hungry of their toys
The playpen buries a fizzle
My heart weeps
When I see the old and grizzled
Wheeled on rough fragments
Of broken buildings and bridges
When I see the weak and feeble
Flee the comfort and pleasure
Of their comfy beds, for frozen tiles
I am wearied
When I see women with protruded stomachs
Flee for lives of two, one within, one outside
When I see innocent bloods spilled
Even the air of the little naive ceased
And caskets bear inert bodies to the earth
Oh what a discomfort!
To become a guest or a stranger in another land
And lick a vegetable from their plate
Or plead for a morsel to survive
What a heartache!
To watch lovers go separate ways
Fathers giving up water in their veins, staying behind
As mothers take up the marital duties of both
In an unfamiliar land
Do we not say we are brothers?
Do we not feel the pain of each other?
Do we no longer scratch each other’s back?
Or do we no longer look out for each other?
Shall there be the rise of the moon
When a revolutionary shall be birthed
To bring in the darkness, a light?
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