100 Days and More

It's been 100 days and more
but we still sleep with our eyes wide open
because tomorrow is not promised.
It's been 100 days and more
but the sirens of death bringing home our men to rest
in peace still echo through the streets.
It's been 100 days and more
but I still wake up to my neighbor's 3 year old son's endless questions about his father's whereabouts.
It's been 100 days and more
but black is the only colour we choose
to cover our bodies.
It's been 100 days and more
but every phone call,text and conversation still ends
with a tipoff that it could be our last.
It's been 100 days and more
but Sunday mornings are still greeted
with desperate prayers and cries.
It's been 100 days and more
but our stories and truths are yet to make an escape from the enemies' dungeon in the backyard.