Evacuation
It was told under the crescent moon
our father and his father's father
had breathe freely.
But my son and I cannot.
We have nowhere to salaam,
the waters of the Lake has receded.
Gunfires in place of murmuring crickets
dirged our fastings.
The evacuation centers are filled
with hunger cries.
If gunmen come tomorrow,
we move to Paradise.
