Note: Inspired by Fady Joudah
cleaning my room
has proven
to be an emotionally taxing
ordeal.
the last time i did it―
scrubbing off its walls cobwebs,
smashing some spiders
in the process,
my guilt-stricken self
couldn’t sleep a wink the following week
knowing i had dotted some lifelines;
knowing i had orphaned some of them;
knowing i had widowed some of them;
knowing i had unhomed some of them.
and i wondered,
still wonder, if ever these politicians―
these politicians who declare wars
at the slightest of provocations―
feel the same knowing because of their greed,
some have had their lifelines dotted
some have been orphaned
some have been widowed
some have been unhomed
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