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They are laughing hysterically Laughing from deep down in their bellies Tears of merriment clouding their vision Why? Why are they laughing? Why are they laughing when the heavy burden of sadness oppresses my heart How can they not see the tears of bewilderment that course down my cheeks, Tears that scald the skin as they fall to the pitiful dry, cracked land of my birth Yet they continue to laugh.   They are feasting and eating, Stuffing their rotund overweight bodies with wine and drink Why? Why are they feasting? Do they not see the hunger that has sapped the strength from my body The hunger that has dried the milk in my withered breasts? Breast that can no longer feed my son, who is saving his parched throat by crying no more Yet they continue to feast.   They are dancing Jiggling their behinds out of step with the music I cant hear Can they not stop to see the blisters on my feet Blisters from travelling this long, winding , never-ending road A road that is filled with potholes and stones that pierce my bare feet A road whose lifespan has just been extended to add to my blisters Yet they continue dancing.