(In the rhythm of
the Pain of the World a song dedicated to a girl from Yemen who died of starvation)
– Mother I am hungry,
I am hungry momma.
– Sleep now my beloved,
close your eyes and see,
from Jannah your father
shall return to thee.
Through remnants and ruins
and dunes of blood
seas full of dead bodies
and starving sharks
walked towards the sun in the skies
barefoot, faint and hungry
girl with teary eyes.
I am hungry momma…
Hungry mothers tears are trying to hide
from the eyes of their children
seeing mountains of bones
of those who died
Body covered In abaya, crucified
trembling in the eye of the child
Even heavens cried the bloody tears
yet from brazen World
not a word was heard
– Daddy will not come back,
Instead to him I shall go.
I am not afraid to go on my own,
but mother, I am too late, I know,
Look at my bones, look at me,
my skin they cannot carry.
the Yemen train
ravaged the desert to deserted plain
dug out a living wound
a troop of pupils in a single day
to the voiceless pit forever put to lay
Wails are deafening,
fallen on their wedding died groom and bride
chilling cries on Pluto echoing
Clouds blushed in pink,
Angels all perished in a blink
Momma I am waiting for you,
smiling and hungry no more,
Come, daddy is waiting for thee
by the Jannah door.
Emerald green garden is growing,
fig tree is in bloom,
The river of milk and honey is flowing.
Ljubica Yentl Tinska