Crimson Soil

Crimson Soil
Tania Rahman

What do you see, crimson soil?
You absorb the blood of the innocent children killed by the hunger for power and land
Instead of rain, does the blood of people nourish the olive trees now?
Do they disintegrate the same way any other body does?
Are you more gentle with them than the people in this world?
Do you give them a refuge that they couldn’t find in this world?
Are they resting in peace?
Do innocent lives matter more to you than to us humans?
Are you the silent scroll of history who knows the true counts of the lost innocent lives?