The Drought
The sun beats down
blistering heat
the blisters on my feet
from walking barefoot.
how far is the water?
burning sand for miles
losing lives
that are soon forgotten.
I haven't eaten in days
when will help come?
at the mercy of the sun
we thrist for legendary rains.
the aid workers are gone
come back again
all die in vain
death is my shadow now.
weeks pass, no aid comes
my family at home
my blood, my own
perishing under the sun.
we hear of Sharif* up north
Imran Khan**
Bilawal***
do they know hunger?
our goats and camels
we follow them
we dead men
cruelty to animals
Cruelty! Harshness!
who knows these words?
hunger. It hurts, it hurts
My chaadar**** is windswept.
My feet hurting for hours
I cannot feel them
soon a dead man
Will my death be slow?
make it quick
stones, sticks
they will now be my home.
a home in the gold sand
six feet deep
died on her feet
a neglected daughter of man.
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Hola peeps! I really had to get this out.
I shall explain all the asterisks in the next chapter, along with the reason and background for the poem. In the meantime, see if you can figure out what I'm talking about.
just one thing:
****chaddar: A long cloth that pakistani women wrap around their heads and torsos, an alternative to the hijab or abaya.
votes are welcome people. don't be too polite with 'em ;)
Peace.
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A Common Journey
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