Over the corpses of our beloved
we continue to weep -
weeping our tears of guilt,
not able to hold them and protect;
weeping our tears of despair
over flattened homes and lost memories.
Over the corpses of our beloved
we continue to weep -
weeping our tears of regrets,
not able to recover them
from heavy heaps of ruins;
weeping our tears of anguish
that we cannot take them
to a decent burial place.
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