terror!

life drowns in my eyes

shut off where their hope reside

I feel but remorse watching what is happening to them

unhuman of me yet im too longing  for their freedom

boys and girls share the solemn wish to be free. 

yet in my head lays what is dear to them

my own identity.

feeling what they project can only lead me to awe

their only worry comes to be the bombardment whereas mine comes to be their extinction

there is no reason for children to die but what about the old, the broken, the helpless

what about their right to live

everything taken away from them leaving them to rot

if it be no justice to uphold its sense of order then resistance is the only side left undone.

if they see what tomorrow can be maybe then they will wish for a future to be

One can't ignore the noise of their revolution,ehh... even that is gushing in my remorse

I know little about their struggle but feel immense worry for their life as life moves on 

their unable to speak, lash out, and anguish in their anger as righteous as they can

they are left to hang even with no ropes that would be found

if only we can be of more help than sharing what is for them and what was for us

as we watch I dare condemn your own sense of responsibility

Share, interact, and speak out.

 Ignore and be the witness to their story withering away, their voices shut down

if it is not for them do it for your sense of justice as we can never be liars in our own nature

There isn't an easy way out 

I wish for an answer to our failed emotions and stagnant sense of freedom

the only thing left is resistance in its core as their cries represent the voice of a nation in despair

find what you can find and struggle to uphold their voice 

only then we are capable of sharing their misery and anguish so that people to see

if it be not for you or me just know 

their wishes are yet to be/