Torn Down by TheBookThief

TheBookThief is inspired by seeing the aftermath of
the 2005 earthquake in Pakistan and Tatamkhulu Africa's poem
"Nothing's Changed".


[ندعوك للتسجيل في المنتدى أو التعريف بنفسك لمعاينة هذه الصورة]




I can smell

Fear and worry

I can sense

Anger and hatred

In the hard, grey, dead

Rubble

Pressing into the soles of my

Rich-peoples shoes

The sun burns

With an intense heat

On the new buildings

The power provided

Flimsy, uncaring

Hatred

Is for those

Who couldn't care less

Their people died

And the power wept

And stalled for time

Until it was too late

Crushed and suffocated

Beneath your own home

Living in shelters…shacks

Barefoot children growing up

No lease to build a house

On what was my home

Communities gone

Wiped out

Torn down