Tears, But they won't leave the hollow of my eyes, I don't deserve to cry. To be comforted by the thought of freedom, I'm not shedding my blood for it, My children don't die under the rubble. My mother does not scream, She's laughing and smiling in front of me. My dreams not crushed under the weight of bodies, One on top of the other, Fighting for space, For dignity to be buried in peace. My rage, With nowhere to go, Burns within me, But they come out burned So small that I could fit their hands into mine. My nothingness, Stripping me naked of my "self" Running wild with nowehere to go, Confined in the words that I pray, Ceasefire now! Ceasefire now!
The geno***E in P***stine has been heartbreaking to see. to watch as thousands of homes and lives have been lost in the span of 5 weeks.
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