Hushed tales, a poem by Fatima A.Y.M We remember our yesterday's with smiles, Live our today's in ease on isles, Plan our tomorrow's with hopes and guiles... They don't. With roofs over our heads, we snore, Opening fridges to drink and chow, In our dreams, we swim and row, They don't. Denied the necessities of life, They exist in pain and strife, Their jugular veins cut by a knife, Not blunt. Such a sharp killer knife it is, Representing every weapon there is, Snuffing out the life of peace, In a hunt. A hunt so savage it shames, Burning compassionate hearts in flames, Lit by the brutal bearers...