WE ARE TIRED

We are tired
Tired of the noisy sky
The armed fly
The unending shell
The incessant quell

We are tired
Tired of the cry of an orphan
The yell of a groaning man
The sorrowful outburst of a widow
The continuous sight of unending sorrow

We are tired
Tired of the uncertainty engulfing of our future
The fear relaying in our nature
Our buried motherhood
Our demolished brotherhood

We are tired
Behold every minute
Souls dwell in the pit