submission by Afrooz Jafarinoor

[Afrooz Jafari Noor]

Dear all,

Here is my 'unpublished' poem on ethnic cleansing. It's based on the horrible photos I have seen from what happened in Myanmar. I know my poem cannot sooth such deep sores even a bit, but I made an attempt with my bleeding heart.

 

Not So Far From Our Home

A woman's half-open eyes

Lying naked on the ground

Was seducing the vultures

Beyond was a monk cleaning

His bloody hands with his red robe

While he was loudly praying

Others lit the fire ditch

From where came burnt meat smell

And the hungry baby's screech

The monk stopped praying

Blood streamed from the woman's chest to the ditch

From the bloody hands was hanging the baby crying

The devout man threw the baby

Into the enormous fire ditch

To find the slashed breasts of mammy 

🌞 Jafarinoor