REBECCA VILLANUEVA
ABANDONED VILLAGE
IN CYPRUS
Oh, don't! Please don't
stare at me
With your hollowed empty
eyes
That witnessed how hopes and
dreams
Died in the comfort of your
bosom
Don't scream to me your
silent plea
I have no power to errase
your sorrow
You are but a lonely empty
village
With broken spirit
Ready to submit yourself
To oblivion while waiting
for your sons
And daughters to return
home.
You are but a cluster of
broken homes
leaking roofs, decaying
walls,
unattended grounds
But I will paint your
dignity and loveliness
Without your blemish
Like you were once was
A lovely village who
treasured
the mute sound of love
and security you offered
Now gone... gone... gone
Swept forever by one
powerful stroke of war.
An invasion.
A power of complex pattern
That plunder and injure
A macabre operation
That recognized nothing
of dignity and privacy
destroyed
Of human sufferings of
gentle people
Who learned
To be gentle no more.
Rebecca Villanueva
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