By Abdullah Bin Imran
But when it happened they were asleep-
mortal men made of mortal bone.
Oh cruel sky, must you weep!
The night grows tight, silence creeps
into thunder rumbling on the stone.
But when it happened, they were asleep.
The sea is vast, the river deep
with ribs and blood that is our own.
Oh cruel sky, must you weep!
Since when, O men, was death so cheap?
I see it circle the punctured zone-
But when it happened they were asleep.
A promise now she did not keep
to the child, dead, on Eden's throne.
Oh cruel sky, must you weep!
The smooth Earth is now much too steep-
the gore and blood unknown.
But when it happened they were asleep-
Oh cruel sky, must you weep!
Abdullah Bin Imran is a 15 year old emerging poet and author of Pakistani descent. His work often explores themes of societal decay, generational trauma and personal experience. He has previously published a poetry chapbook, and is currently working on other works of fiction, including a novel and a short story collection. He is currently based in Tanzania with his parents and two brothers, and is pursuing his IGCSEs.
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