How My People Die Daily

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.

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