This is a heartfelt poem about the plight of the innocent, in times of war.
Enough About Us!!
From underneath the rubble, sounds could be heard.
Do you hear us? Do our moans and whimpers disturb your sleep?
But enough about us, pray tell me, how are you? Are you ok?
We heard our plight has caused you distress.
Are you sleeping any less?
Or feeling less productive at work?
Can’t have that; year-end numbers must be met!
Don’t mention us to any of your friends, lest the mood turns somber.
Or to any of your colleagues, lest they detect any hostility.
Forget you heard the noises we made when our roof collapsed.
The rubble burying us is less crushing than the ease with which you can look away.