Where am I going? Where am I going?
Carrying the incarnate of my beloved on my shoulders
Crossing the silent twilight alleys alone with my entity
I am going with the depths of my heart to the graveyard
Applauds life! On my way to the funeral of loved ones
Those found under the debris, wreckage and shards
And then I want to grieve copiously
Like such that nobody sees me crying in this state
Such that nobody sees me tossing dust on the face of my loved ones
Such that no one sees me shrieking, screaming and shouting
Yes! I am crying, yes I am agonizing, yes I am undergoing unbelievable torture
Yes I am bearing it, yes I am living and yes I am also breathing
How many more bodies covered with blood are to be witnessed?
Enough! When will this war of power, self-regard, and victimisation stop
Featured image| Yemen don’t forget |Democracy Chronicles | Flickr
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