Day 23: I Must Be Crying

How many souls lost to terrorist attacks?

I bet we lost count?

How come the tears in my eyes,

When I see a lost Paradise?

How come this burden on my heart,

When there's word of you in a hearse?

How come I find it hard to breathe,

Whenever I watch the TV?

There's blood all over the reports.

I see your face on every corpse.

How come this lump in my throat,

When I think you on death row?

This ache tears at my inside,

I must be crying.

Akpan