I was asked to talk to the world
In the language they know
About the truth.
They say I must try to wake them up.
Make them see and listen.
I say no.
A world that needs someone to tell them,
“It’s wrong to kill children and women.”
Must rest and discuss global worming, with an o.
I’d rather save my voice
To comfort the child
And the mother that mourns,
The man who saw his house turn
From shelter to ash,
And the bodies of his family burn along.
I refuse to waste what is left of me
On defending my right to exist.
The world was told so many times
It decided to keep the dark
And blow out the candles instead.
Who needs light when darkness takes over
It is an unjust world
I refuse to take part in
I’d rather stay under the wreck
With the memories I have built
Than stand on a stage
And show my rage
My people are dying
And you are trying
To be convinced
You give reasons why murder is okay
You give speeches when a child being an orphan is fine
When bombing a hospital is the only choice left.
You ask me to tell the world what?
Dude they are a hopeless case.
Because they need reasons to be convinced
Why a human must be allowed to exist.
I no longer seek refuge in the world
I hereby announce myself an outworld.
And my people and I, hell yeah, will never cease to exist.
Bring a candle of your making;
Light it and see it beaming
In a very dark and cold room;
Wait until the last bit of it:
Watch it standing in the gloom.
A candle after another,
Comes a hurricane and blows it out:
So weak, so helpless.
Carry your child wherever you go,
Nine months in the womb and
A lot more in life.
They bring happiness and joy;
They flare when all is dark.
Then long before the age of weakness
Comes an occupier and blows them out,
Chops them to pieces:
“Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”
The wreck of the houses,
The cries of the dead orphans,
The wounded brothers,
The bleeding toddlers.
The screams of a baby in a womb
Ripped off the tummy of her mama:
She didn’t live, was sent to the tomb
Because of the endless booms.
I hear the sirens getting closer
The ambulance screaming: move, move
I can hardly breathe, smoke overpowers
A black cloud invades our sky
Very big, very dark
Will it rain? I childishly wonder.
My cousin looks at me and cries
I see my reflection in the mirror
Half burned face
Hardly a figure
I lost my sight,
Lost my conscious
I am no longer a child,
No longer a human
They have turned my body to that of a monster
But NAY my heart is as it is.
I will be the man I was meant to be
My look, my scars will be there so I’d remember
I was the innocent, I was the victim
And they took my past and present,
But not my future. Never my future.
There was something blue looking at me from a distance
I could not see through the dark window that separated us
But I could feel the secrets whispered
I could smell the talks said
There was something so ordinary about the so unordinary creature
I tried to fathom what seemed a complex puzzle of wonders
I failed to comprehend the easiest language
And searched for a Morse code answer
I wanted something supernatural
I did not know I was asking for a guardian angel
I had lost so many paths and found no shelters
I have been through many downs and no lifters
There were times I could lose hope
But God always sent me a signal
Sorrow has deepened the wounds
That one or two presents couldn’t fix
A hope of a rescue team
Has soon faded and gone with the hurricane
And now I am standing opposite to a dark window
Only to see a beautiful blue creature bringing light
Beating the dark surrounding the window.