Pop Poem by Lubna Hazeem

Evaluating lives as if they were mine
Considering thier faults as weary signs
Dipping your nose in to inhale the scents
Most of which hold no importance......
They mean nothing to you....
We mean nothing to you.....

Pop, pop, pop.....
And it never stops.....
Pop, pop, pop......
An inconvenient cause...
You claim the right to everything...
Your world is clearly sickening.....
With the pops.....
Poping through.....
Oh.........

You've dragged me on this far....
To weep for all my fading stars...
With thier weakened flickers.....
Down this bloody river.......

This debilitated ground
Is a land with no bounds
It spreads in the infinite wedth
Of this abominated strength.....

''But''
Is said for an act of hesitation...
But, my only worries are those
Thrown for my determination....
So here it goes....
Here it goes down...

Now i pour my tears to dry....
Now i pour my fears to die....
Now i pour them all.......
With a breath of resurrected life....
Oh......

Now im poping out...
And im not afraid to shout...
Your lies won't bring me down...
With thier weakend sound, oh....
Poping out....poping out....
Oh......