Thru The Window

Thru the window into Yemen before the outbreak of war. After more than six years of conflict, millions of displaced Yemenis are only a step away from famine. Photo Courtesy: UNHCR

There was a country

Where the trees were green

And the view thru the window

Was a bouquet of hope

There was a country

That came thru as a mockery

Of its very own scenery

It became a cradle of famine

Where people starve and their

Flesh pine away to the bone

A home of despair

That's no longer really a home

There is a country

Where the memory of peace

Is the reality of its tragedy

And a peek thru the window

Is greeted by images of dystopia

It's the abode of sorrow

And wallows in myopia

Cause war continues within

The walls of that country

Devastation in the midst

Of plenty

The death rate's overwhelming

Chances of survival plummets

Every fleeting moment

There is a country

Where it's demeaning

To look out the window

Or even open it

To hear the howls

Of a million lost souls

Screaming like banshees

From the mounds of their ashes

Saying ‘it's a lost cause

‘Bounce while you have a pulse.’

There was a country

For all and sundry

Then men got greedy.

Akpan