Sunday Poetry: Khadija Anderson

Burqa

What black shroud
should we wrap
our brothers in?

As we walk like ghosts
orange petals of martyrs
become black stems

of bombed fields
As we are murdered
in the name of some mistake

We shield ourselves
from intruding eyes
in our black coverings

The truth is the drones
the bombs the truth
is we are oppressed

Not by our religion
not by our clothing.

--Khadija Anderson

(Found at Poets Against War.)