Am I not allowed to weep?

July 23, 2007 at 2:18 pm · Filed under Poems of War

Cease assisting,

let me die in peace.

Don’t you know?

in some cases,

death is preferable to life,

preferable to pain

preferable to anguish

preferable to hope.

Hope is like an open sore

open and vulnerable to the elements.

each additional injury

making it sore and sensitive.

And in the midst of this unceasing rain,

Drenching us cold,

Soaking our mud walled rooms,

Trickling through the pock marched roof

What do you want me do to or say

Will you still demand of me

Strength and courage

Am I not allowed to weep?

And cry

And groan and moan?

Am I not allowed to weep?

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Refugee camp

July 23, 2007 at 2:15 pm · Filed under Poems of War

Refugee camp

I imagined many things…

But not this-

Not misery raining from the sky

not homes long overgrown

not miles of farmland abandoned

un-harvested produce- rotting

not acres of humanity

acres of miserable

pitiful humanity

soaking in the rain.

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