James Foley - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
What shall we tell your folks back home?
How shall we speak the language of silence?
Will we manage to gather courage?
Stand upright, walk with heads held high?
What words do we create to substitute blank spaces?
What do we tell to those who fell, beyond failure?
How do we stop global cannibalism?
What skills do we need to stitch hearts?
How do we bring light into eternal dark?
Whom do we look upon to make sense?
How do we look ourselves in the eye?
Why don't we see our own selves?
Resigned to global human loot,
We roam as ghosts devoid of roots.
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