I am a candle
That lights more than electricity
And never got finished
For my light brights
More than the sunlight (I mean my voice will speak before my kick, death.)
If this could be a dream
That I was dreaming
I could cut it
Before it finishes
As it is the life
That I am living
It is only God who is unchangeable
Our suffering can end.
The dead flag shouldn’t be hurried
Even if the new choir song
Makes us turn into sand
Your hands plus everyone’s hands
Will equal peace
Because for sure trust me
God will help us.
I am a citizen
Of a blessed
Country
But I am living a
Sweet suffering life
I and my country people
Our voices got dry
For the flowing of tears
On the ground
After the rolling
Of our innocent ancestors’ blood
Who died for the
Change of the country
Which is not yet
There.
My father was killed
When he was trying to protect us
My mother was abused and killed
When they knew that
There was a woman
My brother was taken
To become a young soldier
I never see his face back.
The war the war the war
It made people experience sorrow
It made people live in pain
It made people dwell in a bush
It made children orphans
It made women widows
It made citizens refugees
It made people not to see joy
It made people not live in peace.
My country is said to be a market
Where everyone goes
When he wants
For what he wants
The rich country
With slaves citizens.
Retreat retreat retreat
Is the everyday song
Of our country soldiers
On our own soil
On our own land
At our own home
In our own country
Hands up
Kneel down
Face against the soil
We were commanded.
If this could at least be
A nightmare
I could narrate it like a movie
As it is the true event
Your eyes and ears
Can testify
That
I am coming from
A richest country
With slaves citizens
A fertile land
But hunger is the king.
The war has built
A great strong tower
Of bad souvenir
In our memories
Which can not be forgotten.
31 August, 2023
