You Wouldn't Understand

I feel a blow to my chest, my blood spurting, spluttering, shuddering out:
He aimed and fired / He read and ignored.

Privacy is lost to me, I’m displayed, exposed and vulnerable :
Sheets pinned up instead of walls / Pictures pinned on Facebook walls.

Bombs drop without warning, crumbling, tearing, shattering all I know:
Missiles travel fast / Gossip travels fast.

My stomach is bloated and puckered, it protrudes and repulses:
Malnutrition conquers and consumes me / Magazines conquer and consume me.

Claustrophobic and trapped in the overcrowded, overused, overflowing room:
Four families to one refuge tent / Forty friends to one Facebook chat.

Surrounded by the injured and wounded, they’d beg for help but lack the strength:
My cries are unnoticed / My eyes are unfocussed.