War
November 9th, 2005
By Archived Story
That ware day in October
when oil seeped into our soil
streams shriveled not flow
mouths dry, scrambling for dews drops
yams turned blue not brown
You spat me out
Left me without hot sand, and gravel
Bare breast, bare feet and hands, made it cold
when you bullied your way through my heart
made it cold, again.
staged a tribal domination, and caused elders
to rid themselves of dignity, and flee from huts,
their home
stained perfect sand with innocent blood
writing in my memories – I don’t belong.
Now, you’ve left me helpless in a strange land
singing – I don’t belong, again
I am a woman neither here nor there
A woman without country.
