Not I - Poem by Esther Mukabi
I look around the desolate waste,
Remember how sweet the air was. Once.
I remember roses and lilac no more.
Where are the great world leaders who started this?
Blaming one another for the problems each faced.
Where is my mother? My sister. My father.
Where am I?
City after city reduced to rubble.
Not so ‘Great’ Britain now.
What of the children, the innocents?
It is for them I now cry.
My tears spill onto the floor.
Catch them, for water is precious.
I say Long Live The Queen does she say
Long Live You?
Why, in a fit of childish temper,
Must the whole world suffer as one?
So many questions no one can answer.
It is for me I now cry.
Do you think this is worthwhile,
In your shelter so healthy and warm?
What do you know of hardship,
You are sheltered, safe.
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