Their facial expressions cry aloud
frustrations and despair
against thin walls of confused minds:
Tell our stories,
remember us,
where are our parents?
tell them we're dying:
famine
plague
you drop to the knees
when you step into empty shoes
your heart bleeds at their privations
on their sullen faces
like apparitions
you catch a reflection, an image:
your little sisters
yourself
your mother
at Durumi, Kawuri, Bama camps;
Shuwa, Giwa, Konduga, Gwoza, Gamboru
and Baga camp
you hear unheard voices
chirping:
Tell our stories
remember us
where are our parents?
tell them we're dying:
famine
plague
and cold
with angelic heart
you cry
and your cries
sound aloud
their voices
into space
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a poem which breaks your heart; written from the depths of your heart.