Merely a miraculous mix of mindblowing thoughts, that i think contain a catastrophic coercion of my inner ego. All these things mandatorily making me an astonishing obligation to you.
You are drowning out the tune of freedom,
With tear gas, bullets, F16’s and drones,
Still you don’t want to hear them,
This foolish freedom protests from the epitome of your bones.
Oh soldiers,
We fire but you don’t tire,
Oh tyrants,
Again and again and again and again,
Over the man made borders and fences,
You oppressors are lacking sense.
As you senselessly massacre a nation of people.
Call us rebellious but we fight for our own,
We can’t take this bloodshed anymore.
Dividing and dictating doing the deeds of a devil,
Oh devil,
We shall overcome,
We shall overthrow,
Our time has come,
It is time for you to go.
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They won’t take you away,
I won’t let them.
I am going to cry a sea of tears to surround you,
If they try to drown you,
I will pray.
Oh darling, I will protect you with my prayers.
Your blessings are in depth,
You are priceless,
I shall store you away on an island,
Hidden,
As small as my iris,
Where only I would see you.
I’d like to keep you locked away,
Treasure in my chest,
With jewels and diamonds and money and gold,
The wealthiest X a pirate has ever known,
I will stash you deep and sincere in my heart,
This is how prized, my sweetheart, you are.
I will fly with you,
Soar far and wide,
Enchanting the sky,
Inhaling sweet memories to keep us aside.
Oh child,
Whilst seasons are changing and time moves on,
Know that I carry you beside me,
Everywhere we go,
Tears or laughter,
Whatever the weather,
I am with you,
Don’t you forget that.
I feel to break every single wall right now,
Punch and kick and shove any life that was in them,
Scream at the top of my lungs with frustration,
I need to have this out.
I want to stomp out every grain of sand that has settled here,
Each illegal morsel that has forced itself in to my homeland,
Deflate any soul that is resisting my existence.
I won’t just fight, I will kill,
Bloodbaths, to bring back, the truth of it all.
I am furious.
I am sick to death of you,
Causing me hell on earth,
When my land was made beautifully,
Now its your stolen turf.
You must think that wiping out my history,
Will eliminate the best of me,
You are awfully wrong,
Too many people have seen,
Too many people have heard my song,
Do not get comfortable,
Cos I am not gone.
I am here.
Violence aside,
Although I’m stricken with fear,
We need to survive,
So I think its time,
Time for you to leave now,
This destruction,
This damage caused,
My people need to live through it.
We need peace.
Nothing seems to make sense anymore,
Things used to just fit like a jigsaw,
Now its different pieces from different puzzles,
All shoved together,
In the hopeless hope that they would fit.
They don’t.
Almost like an old sock,
Moulded in to the perfect shape for your feet to fit,
But its been too many washes,
Far too many,
In fact,
The socks are worn out.
Displaced.
Assimilating a tourist,
Lost,
Trying to capture moments on photographs,
We have countless,
Moments and photographs,
That’s why its so hard to remember.
I’ve tried to remember,
Decipher,
The things of the past,
I won’t.
I will forget.
I’m thinking with my heart now I’ve lost my head,
Essentially I’m decapitated,
Blissful thinking,
Beheaded with wishful thinking,
That these days aren’t so hard to get by,
Then I realise,
You may not be alive,
So I cut my complaining and push my prize out the window,
Forget your existence,
Persisting to press on,
Invisible like the wind blows,
I keep going,
On and on.
Oblivious.
I tell ya don’t disrespect my intellect,
Cos I know more than you can imagine,
You can’t fathom the contents in my thought,
Let alone, so know respect,
Remember to be careful what you judge of me,
Cos you don’t know my history,
Satan is on the left of me,
Whispering so delicately,
Ignorance was in the depths of me,
Physically and immorally,
Killing me so softly,
With his song,
Quite miserably,
Trespassing my drums like a war zone,
So peacefully.
Missing you like the quenched thirst the hot sands of this desert display,
Missing you like you are right here but I am on my own today.
Missing you like we have been destined to stay apart,
Missing you as if you have hidden away a piece of my heart.
Missing you like the familiar scent of home,
Missing you cos I hate being without you, being alone.
Missing you cos I am unable, I am baffled,
Missing you because I need guidance right now I am tangled.
Missing you because this thing called life is low,
Missing you cos I know of nowhere to go,
I miss you so much right now I am scared,
I miss you so much right now it hurts.
Are you missing me enough so you will learn my worth?
Am I still the final one you miss or am I finally the first?
“Say what is true, although it may be bitter and displeasing to people.” - (Narrated by Baihaqi)
3 years today, Israel brutally murdered 1400 people out of 1.6 million of the Gazan population in Palestine and left over 5000 injured. This siege named Operation Cast Lead last 22 days filled with massive air strikes and missiles launched on every grain of Gaza. This caused the Gazan economy to collapse with 75% of the people relying on aid to survive. Here are the names of 352 children killed during Operation Cast Lead (almost a third of the martyrs who lost their lives.)
As the survivors are still recuperating from the trauma caused, how bitter and displeasing does it feel to know this truth and do nothing to cease their oppression?
Let’s see how many of you mindless people share this truth.
Those stars, they tell so many stories,
Novels in fact,
That will end in glory.
I look as they gaze in to my own,
My staring is broken, cos I am not strong.
No, I am not strong,
My stars are exhausted,
Fatigued so deep,
The power is exalted.
Elevated with stance proclaiming they’re important,
Just watching the depth, borderline heartbroken.
I don’t mean to be rude,
But I am so sleepy,
Your actions are lazy,
Its driving me crazy.
Sending me home,
I’m going away now,
To a place made of dust,
Where my stars they can shine,
As bright as they must,
It will be forever,
My journey will not end,
Grafting on,
Watching over you,
My stars in my hand.
