Yemen
written by: TM Arko
We are the dislocated people
Desolate
Forgotten ones
Caught in the middle
Of war
A war we did not start
The factions divided
Greedy foreigners
Who never bleed in their stuffed suits
In their marbled mansions
Bombs fall from our sky
Bullets scream through our air
Our children die
Our fathers starve
The world will know
No
The world does not know
Our crumbled dreams
Poison pools
The deadly arguments
Of fools
Using our land
For their destructive games
The beautiful weapons at play
Our scorched earth
Ramshackle shelters
We live in the rubble
Of fear
Hear our voices
As you lay down at night
When you awake listen for our cry
We are the displaced people
Desolate
Forgotten ones
The world has to know
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Pray for the peace of Yemen.
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