Knowledge wakes up my dome with bombs thrown down my street.
I wake up, lost in dust n gun sheels
Be quite.
As the sound of 1000 soldiers bump across my heart.
Time stood still
As my mom gets snatched right in front of me
MOM, MOM, PLEASE don't take her away!
I try to get one final word
I love you.
But it's heard on the bullet that went threw her brain.
Because of that,
I will never be the same.
America took away the one I adore.
For what. ?
All because of this war. ?
Just because my mom dressed in a long robe that hides her face?
Means she's hiding a terrorist in this place?
My scars are ready to enbattle vengeance on the American race.
These open wounds won't stop these open minded bombs
These opens eyes
Won't reverse time
This open heart
Won't stop the flashbacks
Of that stray bullet
And these soilders,
Won't stop this war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem