The land where my people reside,
Has become a place where they hide,
From the rusted metal that echoes like thunder,
And moves like lightning, tearing homes asunder.
The streets once filled with laughter and light,
Now filled with fear and the darkest of night,
Where shadows linger, and souls take flight,
Leaving behind a land consumed by blight.
The tears of my people flow like a river,
Their pain a wound that never delivers,
Relief from the suffering that they endeavor,
As they struggle to survive and be a giver.
The soil of their land is stained with blood,
A symbol of the sacrifice, a solemn flood,
Of lives lost in a war that won't subside,
As they pray for peace, with hope as their guide.
Their dreams lost in a sea of despair,
As they face the darkness, their souls laid bare,
The weight of the struggle, too much to bear,
As they hold on to hope in a world unfair.
The light of their hope flickers and fades,
As they live under oppression and barricades,
Their cries for freedom met with charades,
In a world that's blind to the dark crusades.
As the sun rises in the sky so blue,
The birds sing out their joy anew,
Their melodies sweet and true,
But I cannot hear, only see them move.
My heart is heavy, burdened with pain,
For my people suffer, their tears like rain,
Their voices silenced, their screams in vain,
Their blood spilled on the ground again.
I lie here staring at the ceiling high,
Listening to the clock's steady lullaby,
Wondering what those birds in the sky,
Are singing about as my people die.
My mind is adrift, lost in thought,
As the world spins on, cruel and fraught,
With false light that blinds and distorts,
Leaving my heart heavy, my soul contorts.
My people's cries, a haunting sound,
Their pain, a wound that knows no bound,
Their hopes and dreams, buried underground,
As they struggle to survive, their spirits unbound.
The darkness looms, a heavy shroud,
As my people suffer, silenced and cowed,
Their courage, a flame that cannot be dowd,
As they fight for their freedom, their cries loud.
Their screams echo in my mind's abyss,
Their blood that drips, a deepening abyss,
Their cries for help met with silence,
Leaving my heart heavy, my soul in penance.
Oh, how heavy my heart has become,
As I mourn my people, my heart undone,
With every passing moment, it weighs a ton,
A heavy burden that can't be outrun.
The world may turn a blind eye,
But my people's struggle will never die,
Their hope and courage will always fly,
As they fight for their freedom, until they reach the sky.
