Nothing Left

There's nothing much left
in that ancient church of Anglicans,
It was bombed and burnt to ashes
by those radical talibans...
There is silence from the death
of those who blazed to pyre,
And a choking smoke
that formed a silhouette from fire.

There's nothing lordly left
in that raped refugee girl,
She still nurses her dents i
n this rusty refugee camp.
Her eyes, her stomach,
my God!!! Her smile...
What more does she need?
Her heart still boils with bile.

There is nothing left to prove I have skills,
If you'll judge me by the color of my skin.
When you look at me with bad eyes that pierce,
Will the words I speak sink to your ears?

Nothing more has been left in my wallet,
The pastor has my tithe in his pocket.
And I feel like stubbing him with a knife,
Coz he slept on the thighs of my wife...

What more has been left ?

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