Dark Memos Poem by Mohammed Khaluq

I saw, I see, and I will see
The best and the non-best minds of my generation
Massacred all the time, from the day they rise
Till they day their lights disappear under the ground,
And nothing is left but names on stones
Above graves conquered by snakes and worms.

From the day they were born
Some drowned in the mistakes of the Devil,
Stabbed in the back by life. Those who survived
Stood waiting for that one thunder
Hoping the sky would rain their salvation.
Thunder after thunder hit, then it became a storm
But it rained missiles and pain.

A star of hope appeared in the South,
Floods of rage and anger blasted in the North.
People rose from fear and fought,
But the world, one more time, turned his back.

Then those who survived
Started walking on a thin wire of hunger.
Years after years they were slaves
To their homes' walls,
Fearing that the walls might be
Agent of the Devils.
They dwelled with death,
Some dug their own graves,
Some mumbled for mercy.

Then it came, once again, the sky rain,
But this time missiles of salvation.
Some died and suffered,
But the sun shone above the country
Once again but only for moments.

The left of the best and the non-best minds
Were back to darkness,
Walking on streets that became zones
To decide who can take control.
They walked above their brothers' bodies,
They stepped upon their remnants.

Nowhere was safe. Nowhere is safe.
They wait their brides in the graveyards.
They wait someone to give them a hand
And lead them to the end of the tunnel.