Through the Hidden Eyes
Alone Nothing but rubble surrounding The racket of bombs crashing against the parched ground Ceramic pots dropped and trampled Each piece carefully picked up The whole country is blown apart Wearing a burqa, wear a tent That hides beauty Mouth is blind Have to eat my voice Hands are locked in a cage Not able to move or shake Amber eyes stare Never seeing the world clearly Burqa sweeps the dust Feet sliding on the ground The fabric thrashing against legs The rays of the boiling sun seep through the cloth pressing on my face Flesh is concealed These drapes are the prison But there’s nothing more than wishful thinking.
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