My heart breaks
Like when an egg
Falls into the hands of a stone
My heart breaks
Like when a tornado
Hits the face of a rock
My heart breaks
Like when a rock
Smashes on an ant’s head
I am thinking of hungry children
Scavenging for food in a Greenland
I am thinking of penury
Made by your greedy hands
Worn with contentment
My heart breaks
Because I hear the dying voices of children
Whimpering against the deafening sirens of wasters
I am thinking
Thinking fragile thoughts that break the heart
Like a sledgehammer shatters the kernel
Aisha Yahaya
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