#bana
streams of salt and H2O leak
down reddened cheeks and condense
in a golden beard. a war-torn nation,
half-a-world-away, crystallizes clear as dayspring
in an insomniac's screaming and fragile psyche
at half-past-three in the morning.
what strength must a seven-year-old posses
to persevere amidst the perversity of cluster bombs?
munitions bought and paid for with the taxes
we fork over to the United States. will her blood one day
stain our hands with crimson? will her mother's?
a girl who just wanted to read, to escape
the tragedy that inundates our surroundings,
to a magical realm of pure imagination.
where we can summon spectral stags
to save us from the misery of humanity
and learn to disarm those who would harm
us with the charm, Expelliarmus!
the bastion where i found the first seeds that grew
into a rebellion opens its doors to you, Bana.
there's a crater where your house used to be,
rubble strewn in Aleppo, Syria. but know that Hogwarts
will always be there to welcome you home.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 4:05 AM UTC
I was walking on the road..
burden of my dreams ..
was a heavy load...
the barrage on me..
was easy but broad.....
the beliefs that their ..
was no God....
the absence of the..
way on a single road...
the expression of conceal blame..
was 1 of the gathering thoughts
Surround by enemy's on all sides ..
was against all of the odds..
it was like an old saying ..
when u fall and everyone
APPLAUD...
I WAS WALKING ON THE ROAD ...
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
Notes and thoughts are what I write...
their are many times when I almost lied..
I don't think if I have a sparkle light ...
I always try to achieve all of the height..
I don't know ?but I think my future is bright...
sometime I realize everything she taught me was always right...
BUT
what I really want is to not have her thoughts in all of my sleeping NIGHTS....
by --- SAHAJ BANA
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 5:52 AM UTC