Janaid
21-08-05, 11:54 PM
I feel my Heart beat, I breath deep, I close my eyes and now I see clearly as I fall asleep, I feel peace.
Now I sleep my soul leaves my body
And yet I still cant escape this insanity
I walk through these ghostly streets of murder and opportunist tragedy
A minute ago I was an insomniac trying to sleep, now I am feeling emotional pain 3 times deeper then when those racists used to jack me .
Don’t want to go with the flow and get lost in the game the same way those players did before me
3000 miles away my people die because of their identity
yet weak people around me are willing to give it away for free.
Getting caught up in this bull**** that’s worldly, sacrificing their sincerity and integrity .
While brothers and sisters in other country’s are suffering more than the jews did in 43.
They didn’t even die in your eyes
But like al jezera I see through their true lies and recognise the undercover genocide.
And why some feel the only way to freedom is to take their own lives.
Though Islam says it aint right
Now I am reaching the end of the street where two destroyed homes used ro meet
I trip so I look near my feet
I see the remains of a family , the bereaved dident even get time to let a teardrop fall from their eyes. .
Then I see what really touched me a dead baby naked in a puddle on the street
I see a child she smiles maybe she thinks its now her time
I cry I cant move Im paralysed
I realise the truth
As I look into this child eyes ,the eyes never lie the window to her soul is torn DARK AND COLD
I understand The reason why martyrs take lives
So much hate can only come from love
She loved them
They hated hers,so they killed them
This is how love hate and death equate.
A poem about Albania,sergevo, Russia, bosnia,Palestine,afganistan ,Iraq, and the War on terror 1947-2005
And now is ask Allah why did you bless me ,put my mind,my soul my body in this place as this race.
with this freedom and power I have been given a responsibility ,so grant me with the strength to change those things I can and the wisdom to accept the things I cant . ameen
Now I sleep my soul leaves my body
And yet I still cant escape this insanity
I walk through these ghostly streets of murder and opportunist tragedy
A minute ago I was an insomniac trying to sleep, now I am feeling emotional pain 3 times deeper then when those racists used to jack me .
Don’t want to go with the flow and get lost in the game the same way those players did before me
3000 miles away my people die because of their identity
yet weak people around me are willing to give it away for free.
Getting caught up in this bull**** that’s worldly, sacrificing their sincerity and integrity .
While brothers and sisters in other country’s are suffering more than the jews did in 43.
They didn’t even die in your eyes
But like al jezera I see through their true lies and recognise the undercover genocide.
And why some feel the only way to freedom is to take their own lives.
Though Islam says it aint right
Now I am reaching the end of the street where two destroyed homes used ro meet
I trip so I look near my feet
I see the remains of a family , the bereaved dident even get time to let a teardrop fall from their eyes. .
Then I see what really touched me a dead baby naked in a puddle on the street
I see a child she smiles maybe she thinks its now her time
I cry I cant move Im paralysed
I realise the truth
As I look into this child eyes ,the eyes never lie the window to her soul is torn DARK AND COLD
I understand The reason why martyrs take lives
So much hate can only come from love
She loved them
They hated hers,so they killed them
This is how love hate and death equate.
A poem about Albania,sergevo, Russia, bosnia,Palestine,afganistan ,Iraq, and the War on terror 1947-2005
And now is ask Allah why did you bless me ,put my mind,my soul my body in this place as this race.
with this freedom and power I have been given a responsibility ,so grant me with the strength to change those things I can and the wisdom to accept the things I cant . ameen