Waiting In Hunger For the Pomegranates To Fall
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
is a dusty hovel where love conquers all.
Nothing but love, no food, together they know
they will die before the pomegranates fall.
Dying for food to give strength so they can live,
Dying for laughter to share with the poor,
Laughter is free just no energy to give,
Crying together before the pomegranates show.
They dream of the richness of the fruits within,
The inedible skin that’s full of health healing goodness,
Lips touching as bodies yield to the sin,
Dreaming together, of the pomegranates fruitfulness.
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
The valley of darkness looms, waiting for the dead
people of Goycha, whose fight is no more
why did they die before the pomegranates shed!
Penned 1 May 2016
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