THE WINDOW
By : Zieba Shorish-Shamley
By : Zieba Shorish-Shamley
We are orphaned children, we live in this ruin
We will die of hunger, no help will come soon Window glass is gone, no door to the room No food or a fire, we face our own doom I am the eldest girl, my age is only eight, I must care for us, we have bleakest fate Painful cries of hunger, children weak and sick Bare ground their bed, they shake, cry and kick I go to the window, to see the outside world Looking out I see, winter's gloom and cold People walk around, they look like dead souls They have lost all hopes, as well as all goals People wrapped in rags, they limp or they crawl Some have fallen down, some lean on the wall Women old and young, they beg on the street They're sick and weak; they have nothing to eat A woman wails in pain, holding a lifeless child Militia yells at her, he is crazed and wild He has become enraged, he yells "Be Silent!" The woman can't stop, militia gets violent Beating her with gun, time after time again Helpless women and men, cannot stop her pain She does become silent; she falls on the ground Her baby on her side, no one makes a sound I run from the window and hide in the room No hope for us all, we are faced with doom Shaking hard with fear, I sit in the dark Militia keeps on yelling, it sounds like a bark I call to the children, to come huddle around "You all must be quite! Do not make a sound!" "A monster is outside, he has the biggest gun" "He will beat us to death! No way for us to run!" The children are quite, shocked by fear and cold Militia must not find us, in markets we are sold I heard they take children, and cut them all apart Selling hearts and kidneys, militia's latest art They burn people's homes, kill animals and dogs They cut hands and feet, chaining people to logs They shoot women and girls, elders and young boy (s ) They hunt people like games, in this they are not coy I do not know how long? We hide in this ruin No food, cold, and hunger, we all will die soon Winter's accursed chill, it cuts like a knife I wrap us all in rugs, loosing warmth of life Sun shines for an instant, I see a horrid sight >Children all still, they don't cry or fight The color on their faces has turned " Navy Blue" >What is wrong with them? I don't know what to do? Oh God! It's so cold! It does freeze the tear(s) I must keep us hidden, militia creeping near My body feels so numb, I must stay awake I am sleepy, tired, my belly growls and ache I will close my eyes, may be for a moment I may escape the cold, fear and my torment I may dream of food, warm hugs by my mom I may dream of safety, no gun and no bomb
