“No Sugar in the City”: Three poems by Hind Jouda
Oh world, it is an evening of hunger
not necessarily in my stomach
and not a hunger for the bread that you eliminate for a diet!
Not a hunger for the miserable aid you sent in containers for my children,
I stood at the crossroad of rifles, and it did not arrive!
“Rations,” Hind Jouda
Five days under siege with no food or water.
Emerging, the family is shot dead.
My tongue feels dry.