the last times

the kingdoms are torn
but we are not apart
we are born under the sun
and share its mark
in union
in estate
when hunger takes sudan
it takes me also
when war takes angola
the shellfire shakes my gate
nor is there distance yet
between death in punjab
and my own death
then again
the chinese girl with crushed feet
shrieks with my pain
the child they tore from her womb
is my child
she is mad with grief
i am insane
the one blood flows in our veins