blood just keeps dripping
solutions outnumbered
by problems masked in shame
innocense held hostage
while the culprits roam free once they’ve escaped

some tell me to calm down,the answers coming
put your hands together, get on your knees and pray
I didn’t believe them, now I feel sorry..
with so much strength they still wait for that day.

Their strength I envy, wish their god would give me
the courage to starve our kids
the strength to watch the suffering , anticipating change
to elude my mind and mislead it to believe that praying does exchange
bloodshed to birth
gold to worth
war zone to earth
and a death date to those undeserved voices that blare insignificantly,through deafened ears
I stare to the air in which I survive on
polluted with filth, eyes drop to the ground
soil soaked in blood, the land I will die on
lying next to me the bones, of shoulders I once cried on
my knees go weak, lips unable to speak
bound by laws that deprive my words of meaning
my anger grieves chewing out my brain
there was a time I would dream, but now my mind refrains
from conjuring up thoughts that will direct me away from reality
chained up by insanity, echoing profanity
some would claim me to surely be
schizophrenic

The voices scream, they cry, and plead
for me to work towards their dreams
their dreams become a part of me
red blurs my eyes with blood, I cant see
I pride myself in who I am
through all downfalls, I will stand
tripping over bodies again and again

bullets push against their flesh
their cries push against my chest
rage builds inside, as I await the next
dead man womyn child to raise their fist
hope weighs me down,
pride makes me fly
hope suffocates me to drown
ego takes me high
angers given me a gun
frustration loads it with bullets
envy’s thrown me a dream to live
in peace with freedom, and ability to give
so I lust a life, to be alive and breathe
our flag our pride, becomes our luxury
so forget hope, we can handle it
work for our people, and our land to live
forget making wishes upon shooting stars
just stand tall, and pride yourself in who you are
fist in air, a heart to care, a life to spare
peace of mind to share, and before you know it,
we’ll be standing there
on our land.

Picture and Poem by : EnnaDa- Kiruthika Thusyanthan