I have no more space in my heart
To mourn for you
It vanished when you stole me from my country
Became a gaping hole when you took my language
It hardened when you murdered my children.
I have no more tears to shed
Not for you.
My well is dry and barren
A drought caused by your greed
Now you are the one being hunted, and killed
Now you know how it feels
To question the very existence of God
To feel as though your survival is an act of defiance
Never knowing when the next attack will begin
Or if it will ever come to an end
I pity you.
For you are ill prepared to fight
Or endure the senseless loss of life
But I will not mourn your loss
I will not come to your door bearing comfort
For you have ravaged my garden and there is nothing left to give.