Sunday Poem By Shahid Abbas

Sunday Poem By Shahid Abbas

Homeless

We are homeless No shelter found under the naked sky Our army is weak Defending the indefensible We are sick Our elders worry While kids scurry to and fro and poor widows cry alone The fields lie fallow in the cold We feel alone No welfare state nor bon vivant political leaders able to help We are homeless Thrown from our abode Our place of refuge Our very identity lost We go to pieces as our kids go to seed Animals and birds die scrounging for a bit Yet isn't we who created fertile ground for another extinction People are shameless We are homeless But we will forever remember the jokers Who enjoyed burning us to the ground