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