World Dust

By Minal Sukumar

  
We walk on world dust

Hurrying along uneven roads

Stumbling through the pain

Scared by the blood and the lust

 

Newspapers spilling tragedy

The world crumbling to powder

 

Fighting for our rights

Walking on our tiptoes

Afraid to wake the anarchy

Attempting to stay under the lights

 

Suffering filling our screens

The world crumbling to powder

 

Trying to make a difference

Struggling to stay above the surface

Terrified prayers to gods galore

Guilty but defensive for our sins

 

Anger breaking down bonds

The world crumbling to powder

 

Hoping the bullets never hit

Every new day a heaven sent gift

Tears washing down the hurt

A battle of guns and human wit

Love and Peace almost myths

The world crumbling to powder

 

The world howling only louder

We walk on World Dust

Onomatoplea

By Amanda D’Souza

  

Rhyme and Punishment

It was 4 am on a Monday morning when Riley sat bolt upright in bed. She held her knees and rocked back and forth, softly humming a curious tune under her breath. From somewhere under the sheets, Luke stirred.

“Are you okay, mommy?”

“Yeah sweetie, go back to bed.”

Outside the window of their tiny, one bedroom apartment, Riley saw the red lights of a faraway sedan flash once. She stopped rocking, and fell back asleep.

**

On Tuesday night, this time, at 4.30 am, Riley sat up again. She was sweating. She couldn’t believe she was hearing that sound again, after all these years. She began to rock back and forth once more.

*Woop, woop, woop, woohoo, woohoo, eh, eh, eh, woooop, wooooop.*

The same sound, again and again on loop. It was distant, and no one in Riley’s vicinity could hear it. But she heard it as clearly…

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