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Until I wore your over sized scrawny shoes…
Scuttling through harrowing dark tunnels,
Dodging bullets and bombs,
I never knew where it pinched.
Until my roof was scalped...
Like a bald vulture in rain, drenched,
Flapping its wet wings, perched on the carcasses of my home
homelessness seemed a strange dream!
Until my plate filled to the brim with nothing to savor…
I never understood why stale sandwiches and browned radishes
were indeed a cuisine you relished with vigor
Till my garment was filled with moth,
Stained with blood and dirt
From crawling on all fours, over decomposing bodies
I couldn’t comprehend why you were always in rags!!!
Do forgive all my oversight…
I failed to understand your sorrow
Blasé to your plight, with no thought of tomorrow
Drinking Chardonnay with friends all night
I thought myself immune to the vagaries of war
Till my soul was intoxicated with grief..
Heartache from the blatant waste of life…
No longer able to deny the massacres!!!
Please forgive me...
For acting all uppity and tight
When all you needed was a portion of my tithe
...my time and my voice!
About this poem
Dedicated to all internally displaced people. Especially those displaced by the ongoing wars in Sudan, Ukraine and Palestine.
Written on May 17, 2024
Submitted by Abbykesington on May 17, 2024
Modified by Abbykesington on May 18, 2024
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