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Terrifying Birds
I am washing a plate for my sorrowful neighbour.
His wife was raped, beaten, tortured then killed and dumped in a bathtub to marinate in her own blood.
He is hungry and dreaming of how she used to cook his favorite meal. So I’m preparing it.
The regime cut our water supply but I’ll use my own tears,
their bitterness does not spoil the meal.
I glance out the kitchen window as a flock of terrifying birds soar through the sky and cover the sun. I start weeping then turn to my own husband and say,
“I think we will be eating this meal in heaven”.
We hug each other, trying not to cry,
hoping for a few last moments of peace.
Closing our eyes we kiss as the birds start bombing.
They bomb all over town… it’s the regimes.
They are replying to our calls for justice,
freedom and a peaceful end to this bloody war .
where bullets are cheaper than a peace rose.
Minutes later, our bodies’ now mere husks,
we make our way to heaven with other spirits from our town.
We hope God will find a solution, because everyday thousands more will die while the rest of the world only plays dead.
