RED IS THE COLOR OF PAIN
TO ALL WAR REFUGEES SCATTERED AROUND THE WORLD,….WHY?
Are all seas like mountains
are all seas, all oceans, all lands
like closed hearts-minds
closed dark borders
On land, on all seas
my body of mind bleeds excessively
the more war refugee tents, the more pain spreads
like fire, venomous clouds touch the earth abnormally.
War reduces history to tatters of the mind
land bereft of greening, dipped in red liquid.
The alphabet is useless , emptied words, people stick together
glued by pain.
Why should I be silent to pain, to killings?
You know well, trillions spent on war weapons make another sea of blood.
Does pain accumulates speechless, tearless
like a torn tent in a windy winter night, while
another baby next to a grandmother
dead from pneumonia unattended ?
If you are here, my brother, hold my hand till another frosty year exits from my life.. Be silent too, war splits the internal organs
like a watermelon
splits two lands, two continents, the world.
As I open the sea’s surface, I find
nations, lands, people dying by locked borders.
TVs, billions of people numb watching them.
Speak out, my friend. You are still alive.
It’s no time for tears, or fear. . Whom shall I
speak to, tell me now. Where do I lead the way
as all seas, all oceans are stony