by Novid Shaid, 2006
The screaming of my child,
As she dies of hunger and thirst,
Has destroyed my taste for life
And stuffed me full of emptiness.
My ancestral home,
Has been battered to the ground,
My tribe lay still and violated,
Scattered and strewn around.
I regard with growing disbelief
The rape of virgin villages,
And the enrichment of cityscapes,
Which strips me of my hope,
And reveals my naked despair.
Yet still my heart beats along
It can’t give up the need,
Despite my unrelenting pain,
Deep down, I want to live.
I’m locked within this hopeless state,
The world around me bleeds,
Pain surrounds me like a flood,
And still I yearn to live.
Life for me once was a rose
And now I feel the thorn,
Help me to wrench it from my heart
Not suffering alone.