The Plight of My People

The plight of our people
Is rapidly growing, day by day
The suffering and the anguish
Take control of their lives everyday
Should we forever suffer this way?
Will our anxiety ever cease!
Their voices ring loud and clear- /span-
But they are ignored and none would hear

Bombs and guns are part of their lives,
The terror of death lurks in every corner,
The number of the lost loved ones increases
And so are the silent tears and wails we hear
They watch and they wait,
They pray in the nights a silent prayer of hope
When their day is finally dawn
However, their struggle continues and with their spirits down

The fear of loss haunts them
Loss of more lives and loss of their mother land
Over and over again, their loss continues
As refugees! The fortunate ones live in foreign lands
Traumatized their world revolves around them
The pain unspeakable lingers in their souls
Fear and despair grasp their lives
Their concept of peace has become an irony still!

The plight of our people, still does exist,
Again and again they receive blows
When will they have the peace with justice they deserve?
When will their sorrows be turn into real joy?
When will the question marks become a real full stop?

I await to get the answer
I await to see it before20the end of my life episode.

(Written by Gitanjali T.)