I am from a dark country
A place where the ground quenches its thirst with blood
The ground was known to drink water but our leaders changed its diet to life
Since then, this is how my people die daily and their stories are buried alongside their bodies
So many Rann yet they were blown up
This is how my people die daily in frustration
From frustration.
In hunger
From hunger
This is how my people die daily in loud silence
We mourn them with our silence
Offering prayers from every street corner
Embracing our darkness for where there is no light
Burning up as we let the sun’s light warm our skin enough.
We are roasting under the heat from them o crazy
This is how my people die daily
Without dignity
Without joy
Without reverence
My people’s lives set North especially as living sacrifice
Without value in their own land where spirits roam without rest and still have more freedom than those embodied in citizenship.
This is how my people die daily in my country
Outnumbered. Without records.
We cannot acknowledge these senseless deaths because we too know that this is how we can end up dead.
