The enemies proliferate
by air
by land
they bomb the cities
they burn the earth
they force the families into miles and miles of violent exile
30 or 40 or 80,000 refugees
just before this
check-point
or who knows where
they disappear
the woman cannot find her brother
the man cannot recall the point of all
the papers somebody took
away from him
the rains fall to purify the river
the darkness does not slow the trembling
message of the tanks
Hundreds of houses on fire and still
the enemies do not seek and find
the enemies
only the ones without water
only the ones without bread
only the ones without guns
There is international TV
There is no news
The enemies proliferate
The homeless multiply
And I
I watch I wait
I am already far
and away
too late
too late
June Jordan
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