christopher veremu

Somali Tears - Poem by christopher veremu

Somali tears

Hungry blinded in cold tortured silence
Face hers contorts deformed by pain unvaried
Shuffling when all around her run briskly hence
Her rich memory unfolds fields of measured strain
Every step forward ploughs deep furrows on her face
Aged multiple fold before arrival this dirtied earth
Tears ceaseless feed streams flooding busy wet lakes
Anguished terrain her soul to liberty flies it dares
Covering acreage far afield often times sea east Red
Cavorts sick stillness that is Ethiopia at its worst
Grim oiled tales make the Sudan in the west new heaven
Hope grain colors Kenya envy's gold top end of the world
Blood encrusted dungeons darkened in false dawn of Eritrea
Finest and rarest of golden dreams crest of left treasures
Would simply dare drown in ruined filth that is Zimbabwe
Worse than self for wear but pure gold to tired eyes hers.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is the plight of a young Somali refugee wandering all over the continent in her mind..

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013

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