It Was Dinner Time

Thursday, October 8, 2020

  It Was Dinner Time

By: Kishi Akinsunmade 


It was dinner time. 


I was eating my weight in despair,

At least what I thought it meant


It was not dinner time, 

It was celebration time


Apparently, it was time for fireworks

Or so it seemed


It was not celebration time,

It was laughter time 


Entertainment was scarce

Except for the grumbles of Nora


It was not laughter time,

It was dread


Maybe the sound of the rapture,

Have I missed God 

Have I seen God


It was not real

It was fake


What kind of animation

has my nation been able to procure?

Where is the camera

Am I to run with all my stamina?


It was not fake

It was …


Nora stopped,

Why did she stop?

My annoying sister 

Hello?

I miss you 

I just want to see you

Heaven is nothing without you.


It was not dinner time.


It was death.


Author’s Note


This poem addresses the Beirut Explosion. It delves into the perspective of a fictional character who lost their life because of this explosion. The explosion occurred on August 4th and began with little explosions like fireworks taking place before the biggest and most devastating blast went off. Many people died and others were left orphaned, homeless, and sick. This man-made explosion put things into perspective for most. Many have had to readjust the definition of their norm because things as basic as dinner becomes a privilege. This should not be from fear of death but the appreciation of life. I wrote this poem to remind us to be grateful.



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