Yesterday the wind blew, Today...

Yesterday the wind blew

Fourthousand Sixhundred and Fourty Five

 

In a cardboard box

We lie awake

With our eyes sowed shut

By strings that hang from above

 

Like puppets we lie

Like puppets they lie

Above the carboard box

Unaffected, unmoved, untouched

 

The cardboard box is rattled

Rendering us sleepless in our own beds

One

 

The cardboard box is rattled

Making us fear once again

Two

 

Outside we lie awake

To seek shelter from the roof over our heads

 

The cardboard box is rattled

The cardboard box is rattled

The cardboard box is rattled

The cardboard box is rattled

 

But when we see the cardboard box

And we cry 

They scream unorthodox

And we die

 

The cardboard box is rattled

No more

This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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