Hymns Unsung Poem by Hasan Haskovic

This is a hymn unsung
To those I miss
To those I hung
To the vivid silhouette
In the chorus muted
By a silent fret
Remembrance undisputed

The lack of clarity
That whispers to me day and night
Inspires emotions endlessly cold
Blurs and withers all I feel
And whatever is left
Isn't enough to believe
To trust tales of clairvoyance
To think it's to help, not decieve

And who could know the color of sunshine
If he spent a eternity in darkness?
In a dream too lucid for expectations
For leisure of an empty mind
For marvelous disregret
For a word slightly kind
In a world hand-crafted by broken arm
Sitting on the crossing
Between guilt and shame
Sing for me as loud as you can
Hope that the devil won't hear my name

Sing the hymn unsung
To mosques broken
To every slit tongue
To days uncounted
And starts amiss
Spines shattered
And every bitter kiss

Sing our way into hell
Let our melody resound in every bell
And hearts barbed and minds poisoned
Will not feel regret this day
Because we stood where others fell
And the chorus sings in our name

Today we walk with broken stars
Feel no shame