| nescient |
Posted
on 04-Mar-04 01:33 AM
As usual I am alone in my room,
in the middle of the night,
I hold a pencil and a paper.
Just staring blankly at it.
They were right "words don't come easy."
And how right they were.
I play games,
I act better than Oscar winner actor,
I act everyday....
and I pretend that it doesn't hurt....
and I pretend that I don't care.
So you call ME inhuman?
So you call ME "black sheep"?
Like a song trapped in a music box,
like a bird in a cage,
like a brook condemned to a dam,
I feel trapped in this society!
Once it was our beautiful home,
once our mother was alive,
and now not even the ashes left behind,
and now our mother cries in pain every nite.
When we were kids,she took care of us,
she gave us all her love,
and what did we/what are we giving back to her?
Pain and tears?But do you care?
Is anyone stopping for a moment and looking at her?
I look around my mother and I see my brothers and sisters all in pain,
everyone suffering,no ones happy.
So WHEN are we stoping?
At what cost?
That's all I wanna know.
Buildings burnt,
isn't there where my kids were suppose to go school?
Innocents put into prison,
wasn't he just a spectator?
A young girl brutally raped,
aren't police force suppose to be for safety?
infants growing w/o parents,
visiously murdered for "freedom"?
Happy family,now noone for cremetion
theiir bodies,just lies on the street,
cause... they...were not fighting for you?
Looted an old man's hard-earned money,
he had saved for 45 years
cause he was "rich"?
Once my neighbor lived next door but now he is a refugee,
crumbled all his dream.
Cause he didn't believe in you?
A young professor murdered in the daylight,
for so called "peace" and "freedom"?
An old fatherstill waits for his son,
who had gone to buy milk,
shot for no reason,
Cause the gov't you didn't like?
This is the society where violence is the norm,hate is a scorn....I am the future?
My soul searches for an escape,
is there a way out from this life?
is there an escape from these killings?
I try to search deeper and deeper inside me,
there has to be something more than this empty glass,
there has to be something more than this broken heart,
there has to be something more than this pain?
Somwhere beyond must be a gate?
Sometimes I wish if only I had a shiny gun by my side that I could have had a world of fun speeding bullets through my head.
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