The Dead have no say

From high in the heavens,

from out of nowhere,

from an unseen host, a ghost,

a shadow against the blue sky,

a slight whiz of wind heard

before all completely collapses

down upon me, sight taken,

the sun gone from view,

I am thrown into darkness;

our two story mud-brick home

now covers over me;

I scream, but know no one

can save me from my fate,

in fact, I hear the cries of others

trapped like me, we are unable

to see each other, unable to ever

say goodbye, I stop crying

knowing this is how my life will

end, alone from my love ones,

praying their end came

quickly, quietly, as the far cries

of others come to an end, I

know my time is upon me

for I can’t feel my legs, as

the thick trickle of my blood

flows from me I feel my soul

leaving my broken body, never

knowing what hit us or why,

for we are the forgotten ones,