The Sorrow of Women

They are talking about hunger.
They are saying there is an unquenchable fire
burning in our hearts.
My love, what shall I do?
I am thinking how I may lose you
to war, and big issues
more important than me.

Life is so hard, like this,
Nobody knows why.
It is like fire.
It is like rainwater, sand, glass.
What shall I do, my love,
If my reflection disappears?

They are talking about a place
Where rice flows on the streets
About a place where there is gold 
in the leaves of trees,
They are talking about displacement,
When the opium poppy was growing 
dizzy in the sun 
happy, in a state of believing –

And they are talking about escape,
about liberty, men and guns, 
Ah! The urgency for survival.
But what will they do
Not knowing the sorrow of women.

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