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Waleed Khalidi Dec 2017
Worms behind my eyes
And vultures in the sky
Their shadow swarms to feast
A tear appears a cry
Beaks inside my head
The screeches through my veins
Noise swimming through my blood
My gut sickened by the shame
The flight of a thousand worries
Cloud the sky in a falling angst
The army of thoughts attack in my sleep
Moving them up in their ranks
Centuries long, a gruesome war
A spirt alive just to fight
But not seen a warrior, surviving in the dark
In a need of a different light
Victories forgotten, the walls lined with losses
Thou art thine own great vice
Maybe one day, these crimes will be pardoned
And red blood will rain through the night

— The End —