by Sadig Gasim Mukhayer
Day 1: We have been invaded
Evaded, the stayed shots that made it
Past the walls I barricaded
Forced to face this occupation
That I unwillingly part take in
A force that foresees the fall of all in haste when
Its rise it sees as necessary action
To fractions from the fist day we are split
Who’s against the movement, and those who move with it
Day 2: Dare Say Who
What, when where or why
The explosives motives will make sure u die
Asking leads to blasting
Casting fear upon the masses
And the fact is, curiosity killed the cat
So curiosity is the man in the army hat
Still unknown to those, alone your not harming that
but all of those on the undertone should form a pact
Day 3: Streets Speak Silently
Violent outbusts, the speech thats ambient
And we spend, our hours waiting for the transient
Chance to make leave, find a way to sneak
Through the cracks of the enemies
Relentless, bent on breaking our defences
Not just those of body, but heart soul and mentals
Metals, against flesh and bone
Staying at home because the streets bring stress alone
Day 4: For Those Who Could Not Take Any More
The floor was their residence
Lain in a pool of their own blood as evidence
Hope they find preference of the after life,
Thinking we shall never hear laughter, right?
And light shines, but our eyes do not see it
Like bright minds, with thought set in deceit
Fear seems to be hearing me, nearing me is strength
Sense seems to be fearing me, my will it shall not bend
Day 5: Still Alive?
With a plan devised, those who remain rise
The brethren who had diverged from our side
Were now turning their backs to the lies
Not armed, but an army, as one they could harm me
But it seems, these scars leave, or we leave
Like tea leaves, soaked, all becomes bitter
But what I see, seems to be hope, but a sliver
A silver, lining about a cloud so grey glitters
Day 6:
We rise, we fall, we rise again
Miracles not seen by the eyes of men
I’ll fight, and then, i’ll fight again
Until my object reaches its end
A right hand of might and
A left that’s blessed…
A bewildering sight stands
Before those who contest
Day 7: Heaven
Have I died, why does my life flash before my eyes
This is my life my pride.
Subside beside the bodies of my fellows and lie
My life my pride, my bride, my mother
I love her, she loves me
And she cries ridiculously
I hear her shout and whisper to me
Sweet is the taste of victory
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