One day, I will know them,
The words I have been looking for,
For all my life.
It will happen to me,
That great unknown,
And I will understand.
But I will not speak those words,
No,
I will cry them,
I will wail them
And scream them
Until no breath remains.
And I will not cry for my own sake,
No,
I will cry for things bigger than me,
Bigger than this little life I lead.
I will cry those words for
That continent,
Bled dry by centuries of greed and violence,
For those people,
Who have no tears left to speak of,
Let alone to weep
I will wail them
For the centuries of suffering
Imposed unwillingly upon so many,
Trapped in a man-made maze of pain.
I will scream them
For those who remain in that labyrinth,
For those with no faith left in a 'Great Perhaps'
After too long of being told
They weren't worth it
And when I have finally finished,
And I too am devoid of tears,
I will look to the stars,
As he did,
And I too will laugh.
Not for my pain,
Not to restore my own faith in the 'Great Perhaps'
And never to leave this labyrinth,
But to show that it cannot
And I will not
Be defeated,
And I will call the people,
And we will fight
Until we have no cause left to fight for,
And we will make it known,
That they will not succeed.