I lie with holes in my roof over my head Here I lay on this broken bed Grass growing in my yard reaching my knees A blanket of dust covers my floor; I can’t walk without a sneeze No food for my children to eat All three can be seen walking the streets Hands outstretched reaching into strangers’ pockets Taking anything they can get Here I lie with holes in my roof over my head I can’t sleep because water keeps wetting my bed Water dripping; water rising Children screaming; children crying Empty stomachs and full heads Food for brain … Continue reading Holes In My Roof