i want the spotlight like Louis Armstrong
got no idea were i belong
is it in prison, battlefield or dead
all i can go is stay strong
i was born deep below
but not Australia like Russell Crowe
talking about deeper then the dirt
place so hot you can't even wear pants and t-shirts
my god my heart and mind begin to hurt
why was i put here
i heard a voice say you rebelled from halakhah, sharia, Ten Commandments
my eyes begin to bleed
my soul was full of Affrightment
i stood amongst men as there teeth cracked
columns of bodies were stacked
i watched in amaze as demons reenacted
the day they fallen to earth
why was i so unafraid of death and Consequences
why was i so selfish and hateful
all my dreams don't matter anymore
didn't even fall in love nothing to explore
Wow! This cuts quite deeply! Vivid imagery, I enjoyed reading this poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You were already catching my attention until I read this line 'but not Australia like Russell Crowe'....this made it poor, I believe.