It’s religious you see
We cannot talk about that
So what if they’re tortured
and murdered in cold blood
It’s political you see
We shouldn’t comment on that
So what if these leeches
Suck every bit of our blood
It’s complicated you see
It’s way beyond us
Let’s leave it to the experts
Let them choose for us
It’s too late you see
Should have spoken about it first
There is nothing left to fix
Nothing left to be done.

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It would recite sweet verses
Until you fall in love
Consume you in darkness
Until our shadows are one

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Where are your parents little child?
Where’s the smile that they loved?
Why do you shudder all alone?
Where’s your family little one?
We see you everyday
On our feeds on Instagram
But ignore you we must
Your troubles aren’t our concern
Buried under rubble
Bombed from above
Your misery is celebrated
By each and everyone?
Where’s your home little child?
Which Country are you from?
Why do you cry all alone?
Where’s your family little one?

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Make way! His chariot arrives,
Through streets of pious bloodshed
Through streets of orange conformity
Through streets of secular demolition,
Make way! His chariot’s arrived!

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Your Silence propels the Oppressor’s Cause
Your Silence makes you one with the Oppressor

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You are
not separated
from me.
You are
ingrained
in my sorrows,
where
I let you
fester

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When I die
don’t commemorate my grave with a tombstone and flowers,
don’t safeguard my belongings,
don’t hold on to my valuables as aching memories;
Instead,
remember me in your duas,
remember me in your happiness,
remember that I loved you.
Forget the walkways to my grave,
forget that I made you cry,
forget my faults and fallacies,
Remember that I love you.

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Is time not spent making out

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Our broken things
Make us broken beings
Break up before belonging

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Find me at dusk, among the buried
Amidst the stench of rotting flowers.
In memories forged and forgotten
In poems still unwritten.

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