FORGOTTEN.

In

loving

memory 

of the martyrs

I am a child of war...

I am a child of the unknown,

A child of nothingness, born from a womb 

of an explosive circle for diversity remains its only curse.

I am a child of bombs, running naked down the stairs thirsting for shelter.

I am a child of chaos, a child of moans and cries.

I am a child of a revolution that slayed innocent souls, imprisoned hundreds and 

betrayed its whole society.

I am a child of the late 80's, burdened with tons of misunderstandings, tied to a dirty past 

though I never existed.

I am a child of loath, born with a horrible disgust that grew within me day by day and year by year.

I am a child of the forgotten massacres, 

I was executed at birth for religion remains our master and we, the slaves.

I am a child of wrath, a child of an unwanted identity thrown upon my shoulders like an ugly  creature.

I am a child of a distinct criminal, of a blood handed president, I am a child of the 100 year old parliament and I am the elector and partner in crime.

I am a child of a foreign language, a child of the universal cedars.

I am a child of a kidnapped future,

lost present and forgotten past.