There's a fly on my window.
Stuck between the glass and the blinds.

I yell to it,
"Why do you trap yourself! Just get out!"

But I realize there's no fly on my window.

It's just the buzzing in my head,
the one that traumatizes me

to let go of my anger and my demons.

Sometimes clouds
Sometimes rain

Sometimes a little gray
to wash away
the inhumane

I was quite simple,
But
I became worst
when
She said - "you are wrong"

Fresh summer, fresh winter soar in agony
My heart bears grief as a delight song
Out of day and night my plight spray
Trembling in the blood of an innocent being
The joy that flown at night
Came back as sadness at day light
Soaring and roaring like seven market days
Feasting as I tried to reclaim my lost steps
O world, o time o life
I was standing here before

Written by
Martin Ijir

I try to defend her love
For me against a predator
All she repay was labeling me
With words that pierce into me
As did sun onto a water

Written by
Martin Ijir