Sunday, 18 September 2011

Silent readers

Wars give us
Some extraordinary literature

Slashed with butcher’s knife
Smells of bodies charred
In concentration camps

Underneath the debris,
Two hands, four legs
And Burqa.

We read,
We mourned

But how are we neglecting
the wars
still going on
in Iraq, Afghanistan, Palestine!

We are waiting for accounts to come
In the form of a story,
We are filled with tears
Ready to cry…
But No, we will condemn the oppressors
When the author will die
Or war gets over.

Silent readers
We are silent readers..

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