Strange Groceries

What strange groceries that man is carrying Odd shapes in two plastic bags Dripping blood They look like they weigh more than the world Head bowed Eyes screwed shut Step after step, feet like lead Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah What are those strange groceries you carry, sir? These are my children, he says through a clenched jaw They have had a long and weary day And it is time to put them to bed His face is wet with tears And his arms are shaking He walks on Heavy feet with a heavy burden Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah Oh Allah ____________ ____________ ____________ Caitlin’s Newsletter is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Upgrade to paid My work is entirely reader-supported, so if you enjoyed this piece here are some options where you can toss some money into my tip jar if you want to. Go here to buy paperback editions of my writings from month to month. All my work is free to bootleg and use in any way, shape or form; republish it, translate it, use it on merchandise; whatever you want. The best way to make sure you see the stuff I publish is to subscribe to the mailing list on Substack, which will get you an email notification for everything I publish. All works co-authored with my husband Tim Foley. Bitcoin donations: 1Ac7PCQXoQoLA9Sh8fhAgiU3PHA2EX5Zm2 Caitlin’s Newsletter © 2024 Caitlin Johnstone PO Box 378, Mentone, 3194, Victoria, Australia