Fears of Death in the Land Occupied

Death is depressed in her lanes,

Alone she grieves over the unknown graves.

She wails as the unshrouded corpse yearns for a goodbye.

“My mother awaits me” he cries!

The half-cooked dish still brews in the pot,

Still, it waits to be served.

They have not heard the news yet!

This is his address

Let it be known!

Death is scared to walk through her familiar alleys

Encounters scare her!

Terrified of her next visitor

She wonders,

Will it be the father or the child?

She is horrified by the look

The innocence of the bloodshot eyes

How long will she suffer?

Can she bear to see it again?

Can she endure the cries?

As she left a silent funeral

Another shot was fired!

Whose voice is it this time?

Will it be the widow, the childless mother, or the unwed bride?