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Even as the debris hindered my movement
The first drops from the lead shower appeared in our vicinity
They washed the homes
The star and moon children drowned in its metallic essence
Scattered bones and broken tones
Blood stained hijabs
Dripped on the soil of the basket
I wondered if the fruits would grow again
Why are you on the streets?
Felt the bomb’s kiss
We sang the tune of solidarity
It resonated in every blood covered widow
And their battered younglings
Who searched for nothing but a warm meal and a pillow
To soothe their traumatized minds
It started with one…
How the cursed mineral has ripped our land apart
Shredded its beloved inhabitants
Then left them scattered to the wind like roaches
Our kindness burned as we lit torches to guide the displaced
Our resilience never faltered as the embers of unblooded family still burned
Even as the militants kicked my door down
Where are your weapons?
The only weapon present in this home is fear.
I felt the cold touch of the 9mm
Crunch against my spine
It pressed me for answers
Knowing full well I held no rebel weapon against it
Only a rebel heart bleeding for a wronged nation
My father intervened
In the hopes of saving saviors
But the cells and torture held us accountable to our prophetic behavior
For a month,
Thirst became my friend
Hunger became my best friend
Torture became my lover
We met every so often
They bruised my body
Battered my insides
We broke up
The flame of compassion lit as I returned home
And again we told the AK-47
The only weapon present in this home is injustice.
Alas, I was reunited with my three friends
And I fell in love once again
She was brutal but never once touched my spirit.
My mother ensured that death did not grace us with her presence
In two hours we fled for safety
Safety hiding behind the refugee camp fence
The sniper’s crosshair rested today
Money covered him like a blanket
Yet misery covered the scars of the homeless.
To be continued...