I walk through the ashes and blood, wondering
Is there a beating heart amongst this debris?
A breathing lung or a moving finger
Instead of lost souls, wandering, searching…
I look up at the sky drying the tears I’m shedding
Is this what you call justice, a decree
Of cruelty and bitterness
Towards children crawled up on the ground, hiding…
I listen to the sound of hatred, raging
Is this how it has to be?
These souls nothing but a number
To the coward fate-handlers, watching, laughing
I grab a sword from a hand that was fighting
Is this the way to be free?
Will you grant us justice before our slumber?
Before the cowards win and we die, defying…
There’s something about the night. You lie awake and start a long chain of thoughts. You start pondering on your life. Where did you go wrong? Why are you here? When will these tears stop escaping you so easily?
There’s something about the night. It’s 2 AM and you’re still awake. You wait for the answers that you can’t sleep without. Your eyes are begging for rest while your mind keeps swirling with the never-ending questions. What about love? What’s the point of all this hurt? Why can’t it be without scars? When will you be loved? Why do you love him but he doesn’t love you back? “That’s not fair,” you yell inwardly, but then, what is?
There’s something about that darkness. It darkens your vision forcing you to search for an inner light. And the silence. Oh, that silence is worth a thousand years of peace. It’s the few moments that world is at peace and still. The earth has stopped moving and everyone’s asleep, while others like me, beg for rest, hoping these thoughts and these words would stop circulating in my head. I’m begging them to stop, but they’re just getting started. They’ve been waiting for this freedom for so long. They won’t listen to your pleas nor will they have mercy. You’ll stay awake until they get tired and return to their slumber. You’ll close your eyes and find that peace at last, and the darkness will take over. And silence…