MOURNING
I am not at the front
Safe is my daughter and son
But I mourn for you,
Palestine, my daughter
Syria my old mum
I mourn for grandmother Europe,
For my cousin USA, godmother Turkey,
I mourn for this and for the far side of Earth.
I mourn for the void, people’s death left within us
I mourn for your pierced heart that cuts my heart
I mourn for global peace that never had a chance
I mourn for the sand, blood stained for years to come
I mourn for the ghost-filled desert bereft of wind, light, sun
I mourn for homeless mothers dressed in black
I mourn for thin expressionless traumatized kids,
I mourn for their homeland screaming in fear
I mourn for the invisible evil residing within us
I mourn for unanswered whys within us
I mourn for lack of reasoning; reason no longer
has reason to negotiate for my screaming life
I mourn why black dollars have no reason and pride
lies in being President Hell in black
For a life lost leaves eternal wounds on countless souls
Children, mothers, fathers, sisters, wives and us…
I mourn, for no heart has ever hurt so much as yours,
missing your beloved,
I mourn because I don’t know where to start
How to start time anew
And how and what to say?
Tenderness, if sincere words sound true
I mourn for those cruelly killed for no reason,
Baby, mother, brother, my friend
And I even mourn for the killer in us….
© Roula Pollard
