Earth is Sick

walking in narrow streets
long roads, crowded lanes;
leaders might have chairs,
people are left with platforms.
the fence of love
breached with war,
walls are painted blood.

the tears of war
don’t evaporate.
they sublime in the air,
for years.
lives are staggering ashore
the kingdom is lit
yet to see ashes

amidst the human chaos
a small child slip stumbles
and falls to the ground.
once chocolate-filled pocket
fills cotton and badge,
pulling badges one by one
sticks in the road,

Ruby, don’t waste the time.
“Mommy, there is a crack.
the road is sick, will put badge”
as words flew from one
to another, a sound struck.
boom…
happy streets deserted soon

‘darling, the road is not sick.
earth is sick’, wiping the tears
mother whispered to herself
mourning deep inside
walking in the narrow street
long roads and crowded lane
boarded the refugee bus alone.

Jan Balan

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