Laughter

I felt as though I was in sight of laughing slaughter,
The help to reserve for the weak and dying was overwhelming,
But I felt I had seen the laughter of a hundred.

These dying people hungered my knowledge since the very day,
Daylight is a sacred time for those living who have holiness and piety;
The dying see death in their own time of the night that is holy.

I feel like someone who is a priest, with priesthood,
And I learn quickly of research, and the dying infants
In another country, but the older people are just not given.

poem by Naveed Akram
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