You only release the tears when you realize,
That your mind did not make up these thoughts after all
The voices that used to comfort you and make you feel part of the parade
Leave you to be haunted by forlorn streets marked by debris instead of footprints
That would remind you that you were still alive, still here
But now you are only reminded by the rush of emotions
The adrenaline that paced like the intruders that ripped your town
As if it was the rotting fruit of the street vendors, a cacophony of sounds
Of a raging hail of bullets beneath their merciless shadows
Didn’t even spare the skin, and kicked the bones
That once worked together to build this city’s heart
They carved it apart with the single thing they were taught
That their laws would not consider anything in their paths
Even the whimpers of a newborn babe
Because their nature was to only discard The Nature
That wanted to shield them from corruption till the grave
I wonder if they remember the sacrifice in the eyes of
Mothers
Brought to be a mass slaughter of lambs, and their lullabies echo, grieves joy
I wonder when they will learn to speak the language of the tongue
Instead of the quick-paced talk of the gun, not chosen to protect, but to destroy
Pushes us to the edge of borders
That have never been crossed except in the tales we’ve heard from our ancestors
I thought we could visit it sometime, feel for another destination
But we only plead for life, in desperation
We don’t know how to swim, but I’d rather stain the sea with my blood, left forgotten
Instead of drenched across my land to cover the beauty
Of my brothers and sisters engraved footprints
And the shattered pieces of stone shaped with love, that framed our unity
A unity that cannot be broken even with their weapons that warn us
To segregate ourselves to be cleansed, like they’ve teared up humanity in their souls
That is the only thing they have failed to have stole
Failed to reduce my land to a memory, which now stands as a legacy
In fact they have lost to their own
Their own power, their own city’s mud
They claim to have won
But there will be no noises to cheer you on, no voices to call you Son
To an oasis destroyed by their declared fears, built on feigned perfidious proclamation
Cowardly state your absolute words
“Nobody lives here”
