This human being.She.

Carries me on her back.

I am barely a year old.

We are both starving.

We are both thirsty.

We are both being prepared

for death.

 

She continues walking,walking,walking,walking

tens upon tens upon tens of miles

away from rape

away from genocide.

Deep down she knows the situation is hopeless.

 

I cannot stand it any longer!

and break away from that horrendous imagined scenario

to look around me,

Now I see!

This is'nt just a house!

this is a palace!  

food and water are not tens of miles away

they are within a few very priviledged footsteps.

 

I beg of you my imagination.

I ask of you my guilt.

Please don't keep taking me back there!

to see her again in her hellish ordeal

like millions of other poor souls

along that dustblown track to the likeliness of death.

 

Oh no!

she is here again!

pitifully reaching out

but with unbelievable determination

and courage in her eyes.

 

And all I can do.NO!....

all I EVER do

like miliions of others

is try to hide in my shameful heart

crying for her and our meagre handouts

but above all

our MASSIVELY disguised incapabilities.

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© Patricia Wilde 2015