Come child, eat your breakfast, it’s there in the pot
It’s rice cooked in water. The salt isn’t much
Come sit with your sister on the pile of our stuff
The walls are down now, but the roof is still up
They’re taking it down now. Please hurry and eat
Now give me the pot and sandal your feet
Be careful my daughter, you carry the boy,
I’ll carry the mattress. Please hurry and go
Take care where you step, girl, there’s glass on the ground
The policemen are watching, please don’t turn around
Your father is working
He takes down our home
Most houses are down now
The neighbours have gone
We don’t have much stuff now, so much has been lost
But the rice pot and cooker, the mattress I’ve got
Good they didn’t beat us
Not even the men,
But where do we go now
We’re homeless again
The men piled the poles up, the plastic and sticks
But where do we take it and what are the risks
Nobody is weeping,
there’s nothing to waste
We cried in the night
But now we make haste
From the road folks are watching,
they slow down and stare
Nobody is talking
Our lives are laid bare
tidy
Ah, thanks Ajs, glad you like it, and even gladder that you reading my poems!
Reality.
Yes, for some people, it is reality. Sadly…