hunger roams the potholed streets,
lusts for savages smeared red
and green, their rumbling nights
and blazing noons of lukewarm
foods fried in kitchens’ gloom
unfit to eat,
yet that is what children
do when nothing persists
beyond the corner store
ravaged like Baghdad’s core,
eyes opened big as sheep,
they stare and stare
for what was once,
but is now no more….
No comments:
Post a Comment