Gerhani

Glare blinds my overexposed life

My roofless vulnerability

Colours fade on my hand-me-downs

The cement scortches my soles

Each day a ghostly white oppression

Rays of light pierce our sides through the bullet holes

My mouth is parched as the brightness bleeches the tombstones in my gums

Dust cakes my face and the faces that vitality has vacated

My toddler skin is 50 years old

My infant mind a vat of horror

It is a different kind of fire and blast

But the burn scars my inside 

Same as a blazing inferno would melt flesh

Melt it like a candle

When will peace overshaddow

When will rain come

When will soft moonlight sooth my heart

Heal it from this rape of the sun