AVeiled
Ummati, Ummati, Ummati
 Number of posts : 289
Location : I'm Here, for now, but only yearn to be in one place; Firdows.
Religion : From the Ummah of the Beloved (s.a.w)
Registration date : 2009-08-02
 |  Subject: Woken to meet a Silent Answer  Sat Jan 30, 2010 12:34 am | |
| Woken to meet a Silent Answer
At least have the decency to turn off the screen like you turn off our life…
My heart beats blood through these veins without pause no more
Didn’t know what to think but now I know for sure
We’ve been blind for so long we no longer care to see
The pain and darkness the only reality
These words that erupt from mind and soul
This sweetness of existence that cannot be denied
This feeling of love and this fire that burns through a heart so cold
This pain that screams with ice throughout limbs paralysed
These visions of light from eyes that are blind
And these words spoken by lips that no longer move nor words can it find
Speak with silence and cry with tears of blood as we die
Reality this and the pain erupts with a force so strong you never think to question why
No complaints that we’re in war or we’re being oppressed
Only a question that’s been on my mind and won’t leave me to rest
I’ve woken for a moment with some breathe left to speak
My body given some strength though its still so weak
A few moments to ask why you don’t help me though you can
Don’t worry, please don’t stare, I only wanted to know something I still can’t understand
Its just you can see my sister’s abused and killed, yet all you do is see
And my brothers scream and fight bombs from the sky, and I wonder how this can possibly be
I mean, if I’d known someone was being hurt I’d go off to see what I could do
I would be silent and just stare; and I can’t see any chains stopping you
I don’t think you’re going to answer, so I’ll just go back to how I was before
But before I go just do one thing for me; if you won’t help to end this war
At least have the decency not to make up lies for a cause, and look away
It’s not like we don’t know you’re watching us on your screens, day after day
Our suffering’s not there to be filmed and just left to die
And still you haven’t answered me; how can you do nothing, and why? | |
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