WHY ME?

WHY ME?

WHY ME?

A Poem by John Grey

She’d wake in the morning,

go the mirror,

ask herself, “Why me?”

She’d drop to her knees,

her face bent over,

dripping tears on the mud floor.

And cry out,

“Why me?”

“Why me?”

In a field,

a mass grave had been discovered.

Excavators moved in.

In house after house,

many women sifted the soil

with questions

men

men

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