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  Nov 2017 Jazeera
Vulpes
Grab a feather
                                            Open your soul.

Grab some paper
                                         Make it your own.

And a small feather
                                             Shall be a brush,

And a small paper
                                        Your poems' canvas.
  Nov 2017 Jazeera
Mane Omsy
Blurry Visions
I opened my eyes wide at the mirror. Two beautiful wings stretched from my back. I turned sideways to get a clear look. Angelic beauty of the feathers. The blur turned into darkness.

Darkness Outside
There were screams coming from another rooms. I flew down another and another floor to find the source. Saw blood shattered by a violent man. I couldn’t get closer to him. Devils and demons forced him this time. Too hard.

I must heal his heart
I must turn him against insanity. Bring light to his heart.

Changing Sides
It was tough. I must be an amateur at this. I can’t find other angels anywhere. They must’ve fled this place a long time ago. I chased a devil to it’s conference. There were thousands of blood seeking demons waving at their master. My disguise has changed into red with a long pointy tail. Two horns on my head. They couldn’t discover my real identity. I found a trident on the corner of the hall.

Devil’s work from an Angel
This shouldn’t let them scare me away. I secretly showed the trident into the leader’s heart. He trembled and collapsed on the floor.

Smiles from the Demons
Three demons took me to the backyard of the place. They shook my hands and gave a strange smile. They congratulated for the ******. Introduced some other demons to me.

The whole place Shone
Soon, the demons wore off their disguise. Every one of them showed their real identity. Angels. The whole place went killing demons and devils. Then light entered the room. The glow helped the city grow with happiness and kindness.
A new mode of poetry. this is the first trial of this dream-poetry
  Nov 2017 Jazeera
Mane Omsy
A million blank pages
Left behind
Just because I’m poor with words
To describe your beauty
Your knowledge
Your wisdom
Before I quote the words again
I love you
You’ve changed lives
My whole future
  Nov 2017 Jazeera
Mane Omsy
There is too much depth
into their hearts
Is this a punishment
or a test?
Too much problems
at a time
Is it all from the ones
Who ruined second chances
Is it because of us
Letting them walk free?
Thought bringing justice
Might lighten the depth
Instead
Their hearts hardened
Without practice of fear
Instead
They put fear in ours
Afraid to walk freely
Criminals shall not be set free just because they served their time in prison. they must be investigated for future actions.
  Nov 2017 Jazeera
Mane Omsy
Told he was just a kid
But it didn’t feel the same
When they heard his name
Shot a bullet in his head

They came to make a change
This is how the system works
Said by covering up the rage
Unspoken story surely hurts

The machines fired crying
Don’t sir, don’t
Helpless merciless fate
Triggers hated those hands
The sad reality of the world is that official protections are also creating violent covered up stories that a good heart can't bear. Prayers to the victims of U.S. military invasions and Other army conflict victims.
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