In your snow globe

Eritrea

Is there a reason?

Why are we here, 

trapped in a world where

you are the narrator?

Why have you made a globe 

of fear?

Is it the power or prestige?

Is it the thought of you having created 

a globe that justifies it?

Do you not see us?

Do you not hear our cries?

Do you not hear our praying?

Should we shout to make you see the globe of fear?

In our years, a decade has gone 

where we aren't seen or heard.

Should we abandon you

or support you?

We are trapped 

alone, with so many relatives.

To hide our fears, 

we play strong and say many nasty things.

What can we do when even we don't know 

who will tell the police that we are running to?

In our globe, there is only you, 

the maker of our world.

We try to change that, but it wouldn't do.

We are not strong, 

but we act it too.

We are trapped and can't get out

in the globe you made.

You are the person with power 

where we are the victims.

As we die,

we realize 

that we have been living 

in a snow globe 

made by you.

Author's Note

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