Oh my brothers and sisters, <br />Where were you when I fell? <br />And I asked for your hand, <br />You never came, <br />No you never came. <br /> <br />Oh my brothers and sisters, <br />Where were you when I cried in hunger? <br />Whilst you slept peacefully on a full stomach, <br />Did I ever cross your mind? <br />Never, not once did you think of me. <br /> <br />Oh my brothers and sisters, <br />Where were you when I lost my home? <br />To a vicious wind, <br />Which blew in and took away all I have, <br />I looked for an angel, <br />But you never came, <br />No you never came. <br /> <br />Oh my brothers and sisters, <br />When you cross the riverside, <br />Why do you look at me with empty eyes? <br />Why do you not stop those stones which are thrown in jest? <br />Opening deep bloody wounds, <br />But what hurts the most, <br />Is that you don’t care if I’m here tomorrow or not.<br /><br />Maryam Iffath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brothers-and-sisters-4/
