She wishes her floods of tears away,
Thinking of all the lost promises
Behind these black, smoking skeletons.
Where is my baby, husband, lover?
Where is my sister, aunt, brother?
Vultures took our houses, land and lives.
Tell me. Who is lost?
You?
Or us?
Come. Talk!
We are also flesh and blood.
Let us bury our fears,
Keep our precious memories.
None of us will escape from this,
Charred stains
Always in our minds.
The reckoning choice;
Together or destroyed?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Weighed on scales of platitudes,
That will never take our pain away
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Christopher 4 April 2024
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