HOME
BY ACHINGLIU KAMEI
Home nestles under the mists
Arrested, imprisoned
Between mountains and clouds
Trust and good faith
Where have the seeds dispersed?
Land that trembles when the wind blows
Home that shakes by internal storms
Feeble walls shaking when words rain
WhatsApp negotiators
Facebook warriors.
Rummaging through the baskets
Like grannies
Searching in vain for their treasures
For misplaced trust and faith
Desperately trying to salvage.
Home of a people
Tossed about by ‘special’ ‘acts’
The green forests dotted
By special uniforms
Looking for dangerous virus.
The land full of pockmarks
Like ravaged by smallpox
By heavy boots
Bore down by heavy weapons
Intruding jaundiced eyes.
Land that had seen umpteen times
Innocent blood flow freely
Onto its sacred rivers unchecked
Broken, dry cries of mothers
Lamenting tortured sons/husbands.
Winter wind cracks with bullets
Mists and tears
Cracked lips, cracked agreements
Gnarled hands tilled field of bones
Watered by dust of lies.
The hills lament its murdered sons
Home and hearth bled, still bleeding
Daughters, mothers destroyed
Camouflaged by ‘special’ ‘acts’
Dark winter made darker by ‘special gifts’.
2 Comments
Achingliu. What a powerful poem revealing the pain and suffering of the land. Emotionally charged poem. A poem that laments at the loss of life in the garb of protecting.
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