Aug 2017
I see you wincing in pain, eyes half shut
knuckles turning white as you tried to fight
tried to fight their words in your head
crying out, screaming in pain,saying
"You don't understand and you never will"
It feels right to struck them
slicing through their flesh with their own blade
sharp words fueled by foolishness and self-assurance
screaming, screaming
"You don't understand and you never will"
Because you are what you are,
Each time a laugh
escapes from their poisonous mouths,
amused with their callous jokes
feels like a stab,a strike, a blow
You grieve for your people
while they sit and jest
forgetting how we are of the same blood and flesh
only separated by miles and faith
And if we could only scream:
It's easy to joke about the chaos
when you're not helpless in the city of lost souls
using your gun trigger of a tounge
ignoring the fact that somewhere real bullets are being fired
the sound of bombs going off piercing the air
as people scramble, scatter, and run for their lives
It's easy to joke about it
when you're not there
robbed of your rights
staying hidden, cowering in fear
It's easy for you to act like this
like an immature piece of sh*t
hiding behind your screen
convincing yourself that if you pretend long enough
maybe they'd cease to exist
But they won't disappear
see all the bodies laid in the sidewalks to rot
see every household and streets stained crimson with blood
hear the children weeping for their mothers and fathers
hear the sound of mosques and hometowns crumbling to the ground
See them, see the fallen men in green
their eyes cast upward to the sky
their blood sprinkling the earth
agony written on their faces
for this is the price of keeping their solemn vow
It's easy to wallow in apathy
easy to carelessy throw words around
when you wouldn't be greeted with caskets
when you wouldn't be driven out of your land
when you wouldn't lose the home of your faith
when you are not them
You forget that once Mindanao
is completely consumed,devoured
they'll be coming for us
by then, who will fight for you
who will pray for you
maybe no one,maybe they'll just joke around
and they'll laugh because they aren't you
And you'll remember when you weren't them
So see them, flinching as you laugh
fighting your words in their head
crying, screaming
"Please, please, please stop"
-W.
knuckles turning white as you tried to fight
tried to fight their words in your head
crying out, screaming in pain,saying
"You don't understand and you never will"
It feels right to struck them
slicing through their flesh with their own blade
sharp words fueled by foolishness and self-assurance
screaming, screaming
"You don't understand and you never will"
Because you are what you are,
Each time a laugh
escapes from their poisonous mouths,
amused with their callous jokes
feels like a stab,a strike, a blow
You grieve for your people
while they sit and jest
forgetting how we are of the same blood and flesh
only separated by miles and faith
And if we could only scream:
It's easy to joke about the chaos
when you're not helpless in the city of lost souls
using your gun trigger of a tounge
ignoring the fact that somewhere real bullets are being fired
the sound of bombs going off piercing the air
as people scramble, scatter, and run for their lives
It's easy to joke about it
when you're not there
robbed of your rights
staying hidden, cowering in fear
It's easy for you to act like this
like an immature piece of sh*t
hiding behind your screen
convincing yourself that if you pretend long enough
maybe they'd cease to exist
But they won't disappear
see all the bodies laid in the sidewalks to rot
see every household and streets stained crimson with blood
hear the children weeping for their mothers and fathers
hear the sound of mosques and hometowns crumbling to the ground
See them, see the fallen men in green
their eyes cast upward to the sky
their blood sprinkling the earth
agony written on their faces
for this is the price of keeping their solemn vow
It's easy to wallow in apathy
easy to carelessy throw words around
when you wouldn't be greeted with caskets
when you wouldn't be driven out of your land
when you wouldn't lose the home of your faith
when you are not them
You forget that once Mindanao
is completely consumed,devoured
they'll be coming for us
by then, who will fight for you
who will pray for you
maybe no one,maybe they'll just joke around
and they'll laugh because they aren't you
And you'll remember when you weren't them
So see them, flinching as you laugh
fighting your words in their head
crying, screaming
"Please, please, please stop"
-W.
---I swore I'd never do this again but some things just kept pushing me to my limit like insensitive jokes regarding the crisis in Marawi,
told and laughed at by insensitive people. While you sit in the comfort of your own home, actual people are being murdered, taken away
and robbed of their homes and you dare to joke about the terrorism happening there??! The most twisted part of it is the fact that
you kept on condemning Muslims when they are all nothing but victims , don't even try to say that you are only joking about saying
that your classmate or friend is a terrorist because dude, that kind of stufff--it stings big time, it is not only offensive to them
personally but to their family and culture as well.
told and laughed at by insensitive people. While you sit in the comfort of your own home, actual people are being murdered, taken away
and robbed of their homes and you dare to joke about the terrorism happening there??! The most twisted part of it is the fact that
you kept on condemning Muslims when they are all nothing but victims , don't even try to say that you are only joking about saying
that your classmate or friend is a terrorist because dude, that kind of stufff--it stings big time, it is not only offensive to them
personally but to their family and culture as well.
