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Basically Bread at Paper Poetry
Lamentations and Petitions
For our chaotic world
Pantoum
Last night, I dreamed I was baking bread
In my warm kitchen in my house that no longer stands
The dough was soft as I shaped and kneaded and I felt at peace
The scent of the bread filled the air
In my warm kitchen in my house that no longer stands
I would drink black coffee as the sun brought forth a new day
The scent of the bread would fill the air
And I would thank Allah for the gift of life
A cup of black coffee would be a miracle as the sun rises today
We have no water to spare
I beg God to protect us from losing more lives
I pray that my baby sleeps and hunger won’t awaken him
We have no water to spare
We move from one rubbled city to another
I pray that my baby sleeps and hunger won’t awaken him
We try to outrun this war, but it is hopeless
We move from one rubbled city to another
I long for my peaceful kitchen and the calm of kneading and…
