Numb, Calm

By Noel Arow Bol – Kakuma resident 
I am tuned in, Radio and TVs
News of death after death, death
Italy, Spain, world grieves in tears
Lives claimed by corona, no proper burial
Grief after grief, grief

But I am alive!

Sad songs pass my ears
Musicians given more money, to produce more money
They say, stay in and shops closed
No entry, jobs lost and borders closed
They pay musicians more; to keep us muted Kept in the house, with no food
More music, more damn music.

But I sing to them!

Abyei, more death, misery
Left powerless, can’t defend my house
Told I don’t listen, they cut off my ears, in my house
Again, we grieved. Grief after grief, grief
More bodies, no concern. There is corona
Still asked to stay in, houses burned
I want to pick a gun, and stay out.

But I still want to live!

Nice pen, nice words. Waves moved
I wish to swing my pen like she does, AlithCyer
Strike and pin words to your heads, like her
A lady from the black land, land ravaged for 21 years
Peace still staggers, bellies expanding
I need her sword, to kill your minds.

Coz I have words!

They say there are looks, handsome
One they can’t find in me, ugly
That my heart is weak, can’t handle a Maiden
They say I can make her a Barbie, and still fail
I should pay for it, just pennies
Pick and add her in the A-Team, really?
Look at the picture below, look.

I am smiling!