Tears drop like a hearse
Climbing towards the cementary.
I am pregnant with tears,
Horror lodged in my marrow.
I accuse you,
Of cutting limbs off,
Swollen legs of rigor mortis,
Industrial smell of decaying humanity,
No hands to shovel mass graves,
The one to mourn, they are all gone to build graves in heaven where they wont be cramped into mass graves.
I can recall how my earth
Was reduced from overcrowding, advocating for a defense at judgement,
Eradicating permanent boundaries.
Since the arsonist wont apologize,
I wont plead to be heard;
My voice is at the mountain top, unsilenced,
I am here,
Telling what should never be told.
I am a witness,
Whistling to stars that shy away from horror,
Cramped up in the sky in fear,
Yet to bear witness daylight, unseen.
I want to remember,
And nudge the world that forgets.
I cannot describe the colour of my mother’s throat;
Blood flowing like runnels,
Gasping for air, eyes vacant,
Jerking towards the expected end.
Let the world translate my words to what really happened,
My voice will not shake,
Nor be muffed,
I bear the scars like Sysiphus,
The head scars of survival.
I bear the scars of emotions,
That I will be interred with.
I am a witness,
Let me speak,
Let politics of denial purse,
At very least, this moment,
Let me translate their failure to horror.
I am a child weighted by memory,
Memories that mimics hell on earth.
I am a witness,
I never had the time to bid my father goodbye;
With tattered clothes,
He ran shattered into burning spears,
Piecing through every part of his being,
Yet his voice was soft,
Struggling to send me away.
I am a witness,
Conditioned to carry the weight of words burdened by emotions.
Let no one touch the eerie air,
I am the witness that survived,
Head carved in with shrapnels,
Transversing from coma
To surgeries,
Yet I am not angry,
I cannot play-act the drama of life,
As a witness, I am the truth.
No one can look away from the eyes of my scar,
The scars that can see and talk.
Listen, I am a witness,
No one should look away.
