Hope in Hopelessness

Huddled by the puddles

In the corner

Where the drains run

Frozen stiff with frostbite

And soaked to the skin

Victims of a genocide

Your hope is wearing

Thin

Limbless and lifeless

Faceless and eyeless

You’re my cousin

You’re my friend

You’re my daughter

Sons of men

We embrace

We are one

We are brothers in arms

Hunger gnaws with no mercy

At the women

In the awning

Dying to survive

Blisters on her chin

Victims of a genocide

Your hope is wearing

Thin

Limbless and lifeless

Faceless and eyeless

You’re my cousin

You’re my friend

You’re my daughter

Sons of men

We embrace

We are one

We are brothers in arms

Screams pierce the darkness

In the rubble

Of the shelter

Bombs explode above

The Zionist’s dark sin

Victims of a genocide

Your hope is wearing

Thin

Limbless and lifeless

Faceless and eyeless

You’re my cousin

You’re my friend

You’re my daughter

Sons of men

We embrace

We are one

We are brothers in arms

Hostage to blind fortune

In the ruins

Of your home

Peeking out for someone

The light is getting dim

Victims of a genocide

Your hope is wearing

Thin

Limbless and lifeless

Faceless and eyeless

You’re my cousin

You’re my friend

You’re my daughter

Sons of men

We embrace

We are one

We are brothers in arms

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Author: seagullnic

Writer, editor, lecturer and part-time musician. Passions in life: my family, Bob Dylan, music of many genres, Brighton and Hove Albion FC, cooking plus good food and wine.

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