The Last Laugh

I hear your laugh over the graves of my people.

I can hear their every gasp for air, their fearful wailing.

Dirt is thrown on them, burying them alive.

My lungs shriek for them, and you laugh all the louder.

So, all the louder I cry, only to be struck to the ground.

Their groans grow all the louder as my strength wanes, your foot pressing into my back.

My cheeks feel the earth tremble, shifting in its depths.

It is our Father who will have the last laugh, and it will not be funny...