"streats" poems
they call me their mother land
But they've fled across the world
And forgot to lend me a hand.
Forgotten like a past lover
As if I've broken them
My heart screams
For peace for I
Dream of a tomorrow
Where I recover
A few of my petals may
have withered or wilted
But hope still stands
Strong in my roots
Regardless of this
World that's tilted
My streats flooded by tears
And hearts taken by fears
Bodies laying on my skin in
an endless coma
Tired souls roaming
Around for a unknown aroma.
the sky no longer cries of happiness
And the ground shakes with fear
War has taken the sweetness
From my children's heart
And left it with bitterness
I hear their prayers from time to time
And I pray for the fools who
Have lived for such crime
My heart awaits for a day where
My children remember their roots
And come together as one.
A day where I wear peace
Across my soul and I'm
No longer the forgotten one.
-obeyonlyallah
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 7:21 PM UTC