some poems are not poetic
some lovers are not romantic
some lives are not dramatic
TRUE DEVOTEES ARE NOT FANATIC

'Do or Die '
said I
'Why¿?'
queried they
'Ikigai '
I murmured in reply

I see helplessly heavy red rains, the flood of blood and the ill-fated death valley
The mute spectators, on the other hand,  watch everything
It seems clear that there is a sadistic celebration
Unkindness has no limit
The evil despot makes me sick
Nothing lasts forever, except darkness


Survival itself is an uncanny fact
Life turns into a sad poem
Innocence drinks the poison
The hungry children feel fatigued
and embrace blue death
The injured stray cats are starving and dying
Their destination is the green paradise, golden eternity
where no one will be able to torture them

I want to love,
So I can prove that
I am not completely lost,
In the hurdles of time,
And that there is a heart,
If not for me,
I wish for it to beat for the existence of another,
So my being can find a purpose,
I am in a a state of constant desperation,
To learn and to be learnt,
By heart,
So that I am never forgotten,
So that I may linger without consequences.

A decor of stars I wished to be,
Tranquility in me I wished to see,
I prayed to him,
To slay the moon ,
For me to be the vessel for it's light to swoon.

I can't take this anymore
I can't take this anymore
I can't take this anymore
Gaza  is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding
Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding
Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and
bleeding
When will they end the occupation
Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding
I can't take this anymore
Gaza is bleeding and bleeding and bleeding