The Truth

THE TRUTH

O Syria I cry for your dead children
I share your pain Damascus

O Palestine I sigh for your women

I share your pain this way
And Libya and Mesopotamia I weep
Congo the forgotten people I am like you
but escaped many years before you.
The truth is hidden like precious gold
Rwanda, the land of my parents and fathers
Jamaica my refuge and hide away place
India the land of my birth, sweet Maharashtra
The survival struggle continues and continues.
Nobody knows me because im not easily seen
Nobody understand the tradjedy of my life

I shout tribal war from the ends of the earth
from the four corners its bloody I say

Every man deserves a turn to live, why die

Every child should learn, why suffer

Every man deserves to work, why hunger

Tribal war over land and oil and diamonds

Tribal war over gold , copper and precious minerals

The system is tribal war, competition is the game

and survival is the prize.

 The truth, every man deserves a turn

Like the system deserves to burn.

Neither do I understand my existence and place
or my identity and searching still my race
I am a wanderer and alone far from home
I endure much forever and evermore
I am gone, no longer alive, I am dead
And this is reality, and live it I do
That I am so lucky to be alive in this land
But Syria I remember and Damascus I weep you
Mesopotamia im sorry and Libya I cry too
Africa I mourn you and wish you the best
And to the world get ready for the end is the test

Mythical_Poet