Being displaced in my own land

We, the sons and daughters of the soil
the farmers and peasants,
the living agents to feed the world,
…the ones displaced in one’s own land; we the landless farmers of the earth!

We never divided land into pieces
We prayed, cultivated, and showered greenery; it was a beautiful world
You came, smelled and snatched!
We nurtured, you tortured
We produced, you finished
We saved lives, you sold lives
Life is in sale!

We, hundred thousand committed suicide
… thousand other lost families,
………….sssss!
……………
…many other lost future of the next generation
…many more are dying
Life is not even in sale now! It’s rotten

We can see the buildings erected towards sky
We can see nice apartments across the road
We can see your imagination of a new world built on fragments of our imagination
Will you ever feel the pain of being displaced in one’s own land?



From Songs of Silence Series ,
2010- May-28th