Forget my broken words
The road I've traveled was a long one
And listen my all, I am very tired

Forget my broken soul
I've been running for so long, I have forgotten the human lives in the machine
And forgot that I forgot  

Forget !
Forget the stars. The constellations are consolations for a broken heart that still seeks love
and I'm sorry I have no light within me to pour onto you

Forget the kind eyes
Even if you look past the swollen lips and the crooked teeth, there is no laughter awaiting
Only shards of a broken smile

For my brothers have fallen and left no legacies
For my house is burning, and everyone has forgotten.

Death Hissing
They are bringing him in, cuffed and head split
Water running through hair locks clotted with blood, cascading down his nose and trickling down his sewn lips like pain honey
A chain on each side of his face, pulling each side of his lips
towards the back of his ears, they put a smile on his face
Heart dripping with tar, darker than the darkest of nights
The executioner picking rotten meat off his teeth
Smell of burnt flesh in the air, wingless vultures circling around
Legs dragging on the ground, leaves rustling,
Death hissing.
This is a city where eyes are gouged out and no one can see
Children are skinned alive spiritually with diamond daggers
Souls gone septic, pre post-apocalyptic
Chain-free
But from generations in every family, are passed down heirlooms of slavery
The pipes are smouldering towards the glass ceiling
Ashes snowing down the man's face, hiding his despaired glance
Time to take one last look, over the ruins and distorted faces
of a crowed so hungry, they chew on their own brittle bones as they watch
Nausea in the air, the sky sickens him
Death hissing, slowly approaching, he mutters:
Come,
Cradle me.

I used to hate your healthy avocados...until I had one
Not that your coffee tasted superior to my tea
But what's taste when you season mine with gun powder?
Yes, In case you did not detect
There is a lot of hate in this one
Call me aggressive and spiteful
Whilst holding your rifle
They say hate begets hate begets hate begets hate
So for you to understand
I put aside my ignorance and try to walk in your shoes

OK, let's start:

A lot of trees
Beautiful sky, delightful breeze
A rich land where tenants are a many and they shun the proprietor
I know I promised to be nice
But let's face it for that white picket fence, someone had to pay the price.

Start again:

Sunny coasts
Bacon, eggs on toast
Walk the dog in the park, life is not all that hectic here.
To make it clear, running out of coffee is my basic fear.

Flat stomachs
In fact, six packs!
Cupboard full of knick-knacks
and plenty of time to kick back and relax
Never-ending supply of niceties

Calm waters
Long walks along the harbor
and perhaps a tall pint of lager at the pub

Throw some juicy ones on the barbie mate!
Who cares if 6.2 mil in Somalia are starving mate?
You say to me:
"survival of the fittest, Darwin mate"
"It's so difficult to fit in" I say; so tiring MATE
Did I say that right?
I'm Mohammad, as James in a play called "Aussie Catch Up"
and I don't know how to play that part

What else can I say? they gave me a voice (although in English)
between the self deprecating migrant and the middle eastern rag head, the gave me a choice

And by the way my boss tried to anglicize my name
Said Sebastian had a nice ‘ring’ to it
Well go ahead, march to your colonial tune and have me sing to it

Oh healthy avocados, you're too ripe for my liking
Maybe I'm just used to a bit of rawness in my diet
To be honest
I have a heavy heart, a dark one
Maybe to reconcile, you should take a step
a very very very very very very long one