Failure

I tried to write of peace, but it's been sacrificed for hatred.
I tried to write of love, but it's been slaughtered along with sympathy and humanity.
I spent nights trying to write of life, but it's led by an earthly force and a non ending misery.
I tried to write of those who smile and still live, ignoring that the ladder burns as they climb.
I tried to write of fun, but even money can buy it no more.
I tried to write of blood bonds, but it's shedding and none is blinking.
I tried to write of friendship, then I looked around; they only left the echoes of their thoughts glancing.
I tried to write of war, but the scars are too deep and I yearn for life.
I tried to write of laughter, but joy has been sold and even tears have been forbidden.
I tried to write of desire, but it's never been tamed, nor has it been unleashed.
I tried to write of compassion, but it's been drowned in a river of lies.
I tried to write of pain, then I sensed the ache of children and leaned to the ground.
I tried to write of rainbows, of colors and childhood, but it all turned black while kids became soldiers at the horizon.
I tried to speak of God, but in His name they kill...used to and always will
I tried to speak of Religion, but I'm too small to be attacked on my own.
I tried to speak of freedom...then I wiped the dust off my prison cell.
I tried to speak of wisdom, but fools speak louder.
I tried to speak of family, of blessings and sacredness, but betrayal defeated them all.
I tried to speak of triumph, then celebrated on my own.
I tried to speak of sorrow, but I've heard mothers mourning their sons from the grave.
I tried to speak of rights, then I stumbled upon the cuffs chaining my feet.
I tried to speak of madness, then I woke up to the laughs of a tyrant.

IMAGINE...

Imagine waking up to a world where you are allowed to say no words, express no thoughts, have no dreams..nothing;
you woke up to a blank state of mind, where people talk while you listen.
people ask and you agree.
people command and you do.

Imagine waking up to a world where you gaze helplessly with no identity, no family, no memories, no past, no achievements...nothing;
you woke up a drifter, alone in a scary land.
you woke up shaking with no shelter or bed.
you were left to die with millions like you.

Imagine waking up to a new culture where you are looked at as a total stranger, with no roots, no dignity, no future..nothing;
you woke up surrounded by liars and cheaters,
haters and killers.
you woke up to a world of chaos where your mind is only allowed to think of emptiness.

Imagine waking up cuffed minded,  with free hands but sold soul, no knowledge, no colors, no ambitions...nothing;
you woke up at the end of a dark colored rainbow...another kind of beauty.
you woke up to a song with neither lyrics nor music...another kind of art.
you woke up to mourns and tears but you remained idle...another kind of humanity.

Imagine waking up to a world where your imagination has been murdered and where you gambled on your soul...a battle you lost.

Now that you've imagined it all, try to have a dream...try to be free...try not to forget and try to fight.

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.