Still You Are A Citizen Poem by Tony Adah

You wake up one early morning
With thoughts and no means to throw
Something into your mewing stomach;
Suddenly you're uprooted
From your ground
At the whims of guns and bombs
Still you are a citizen.

You trudge on
With a luggage of your wares
And in two man and animals
Unable to fix your roots
Anywhere in the ground;
Your faith and hope lost
At the crossroads.
You are hit by a dilemma
Whether to listen to hunger
Or the sound of guns and bombs
Breaking the silence of yore
And throwing shrapnels that wreck
And wound and kill;
Still you are a citizen.

You trudge on
With your roots
Without a hole to put them
They stir dust rising like smothering smoke
From the booming bombs
And the bombers thinking
That the enemy is firing back
Still you are a citizen
Of your dear country
Losing faith and hope
And at last losing your country
Still you are a citizen.