Proper Advantage Or An Entire Culture To Protect Poem by sahar alameddine

the shadow of death knocked on the door of my life
i was already dead, numb can no longer fight
between graves i sat hearing their sound
only silent bodies buried under the ground

souls up above watching they said down here
as i prepare my coffin happily with no fear
'she's gone' they'll say sadly with tears
and their loud wailing i can no longer hear

my reflection or myself i wonder what's real
so numb stuck with a wound i couldn't heal
my loss is huge it's not my body or my soul
it's the loss of dignity, dreams and goals

pointless, hopeless, worthless that's what i became
my raped pride and my modest arrogance they flamed
some left searching for some respect they found
they did what's the best as they're burying me in the ground

youth is leaving his natal ancestral land
delivering it's country for foreign by his own hand
who will maintain what our ancestors have left
proper advantage or an entire culture to protect