Childline

Bombs fall fast with a telltale whine,

 

closed, my mouth cannot speak

 

in their presence.

 

Cannot speak to my neighbours

 

cannot form words of truth in this hide.

 

 

Scramble our sacks of luck

 

to our backs and walk, walk,

 

walk through dust of past;

 

destruction.

 

Trees, shade, water, hope:

sculpted landscape

hands of ancients,

 

shaped all

memory, memory......

 

Blast,

 

rubble and gone.

 

 

 

Fatherland, Motherland, you betrayed us

 

we seek another land beyond a sea

 

that may claim us,

 

 

before usurers cut

of the waves.