Erased Poem by Henry Tong

Prayers muttered by unfed children
who walked bypass their burnt houses
were occupied with false emptiness.

Hours had nowhere to stop the decay
of dead bodies, rotten in the thin air
with a distinguished smell of perfume.

Barriers were set to block tomorrow
by then they shall flee from home
as meaningless names on the tombstone.

Their worlds were verdicted on paper
and their definitions easily erased
by a snuff of tobacco, a cheap talkshow.

When my lament roared like the Naf river
I was tied on a rundown boat, against
the current of their depreciated hope.

I was enslaved by the title "refugee"-
for I want nothing more, but peace.