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By Mike Jenkins
While they were dreaming of returning to ancestors’ orange groves
While they were having nightmares
Of lethal insects hovering above ready to poison
While fishermen were wondering of a time again
When they could reach out and catch
While children rolled and moaned as if in pain
Of memories which could never be erased
While some prepared paltry food before breaking dawn
While a few dogs howled and cats caterwauled as if knowing
While for a moment they found peace
In a vision of what was and could be again
While hunger and thirst had stranglers’ hands
While across the border a General somewhere
Gave an order, pressed a button, and sent the warplanes once more.
