A Cup of Coffee

My morning cup of coffee

On the table of displacement

I taste the bitterness of life

And live the dark and terrible nights

I watch the violent storm inside

Eradicating my tent so far

And the dogs attack my innocent children.

I see the world as a foam

Cover the heinous crimes

While we are drowning so deep.

I smell the scent of blood

With every sip of my cup

And I see the faces of the children

Who immersed in their blood.

After awhile,

I woke up while I’m absent-minded sitting

On the table of displacement

Gazing inside my coffee

And listening to the silence of the the world.