Desensitized

 

Maybe I’ve been desensitized to their sufferings

Maybe I’ve watched enough desecrated bodies to not catalogue them as bodies anymore

It’s no big deal no more, they’re just a number to show

 

The land that was celebrated on spilled blood, still is

The land that was celebrated on public service has a me before anyone policy

The land we wanted for freedom of expression uses it to grieve

 

Grieve for the hundreds that die everyday

The mother that loses her child to corrupt mafias

The sister that loses her brother in target killing

Or the father who went to pray, only to have his own prayer offered

 

Grieve for the sleepless nights spent wondering if today would be the day sons don’t come home

The restless days thinking their daughters would be harassed

Or the adolescent that wakes up shivering thinking about the things that could go wrong

We grieve, it’s the one thing we know how to do so well we don’t even feel it anymore

 

 

This is the land they died to protect, left everything to get

The system of loot, plunder, rape and murder that started then has continued today

Years later, we’re still burying in mass graves, we’re still crying our lives away

 

Maybe that’s what freedom meant, funerals our way

The thousands that die, the countless that did

Maybe I’ve been desensitized to their sufferings,

 

Bombs blast, shots fired – What if they did?