Packaging

my world as it was, is no more
it has wedged itself inside a suitcase
as the world outside declares its sympathy,
a mere fallacy,
the connivance of history and treachery
agents of injustice
conspiring to smother me with
the plastic bags my stuff is in,
the new rulers efforts to resolve the situation
as strong as the cardboard box holding
my children’s schoolbooks
their words as gentle as the thorns
on the roads I’m forced to walk,
as soft as the nails our clothes hang on
the language of officials
as beguiling as the smell of leather
on a hot summer day,
as soothing as salt on our wounds;
their gestures as entertaining
as watching drones
destroy your home