Echoes of Grief

Elegy! Elegy!
As if destiny has bound me
To this never-ending dirge.
In this ceaseless cycle of sorrow:
I am a prisoner to the news
Of my people falling like leaves.
Each report is a heavy burden upon my heart.

Obituary! Obituary!
Am I sealed to chronicle
The demise of my beloved people?
Are my fingers ordained
To inscribe their brutal and untimely deaths?
Each passing day, I bid farewell to them,
Leaving behind a void that cannot be filled.

RIP! RIP!
Are my lips destined
To spell the weighty words, 'Rest in Peace'?
Their names, faces, and stories
Are deeply fixed in my memory,
Like scars that refuse to fade.
While my lips utter 'Rest in Peace,'
My heart still cries out 'Return if Possible!'

Lament! Lament!
I lament in the silence of my heart.
They are someone's parents, partners and sweethearts
Someone's children, siblings and relatives.
They linger like an unfinished melody,
And I yearn for a time when the news
Of my people will bring not heartbreak and tears
But tales of safety, victory and justice.