Time Is Running Out Poem by Aamir Abdullah

TITLE: TIME IS RUNNING OUT

Our lacerated flesh
is stitched with thorns
living by a cactus
before turning into a cactus
what else we can dream of
other than a large leafy tree
to survive hot and dust devils

We have seen...
lizards balming their
burnt paws and bellies
Verdins and Cactus Wrens
flying far for oasis
carrying tiredness at their wings
tiny tender hearts of sand grains
praying for clouds and rain

Let us negotiate
with the god of deserts
to end the judicial inquiry
for crimes, we never committed
Our prisons are becoming our graves
without hearing the last verdict

Time is running out.....

Far away into the skies
vultures are gathering
for a feast! ! !

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