The Map Of Life Poem by ashraf elabd

Let us make new plans & gather the torn up pieces of the life map
& rearrange them and put them together again but this time we will put them in the right order.
To know where do we stand up
To know where are we actually
& to know if we are standing up in the right place when those savage armies came to catch us like chicken made of rubber
Did we figtht in a good way befoe loss
Losing the battle
We searched for the nearest river to wash up our souls and we stopped crying and weeping to see the fair face of the world (justice)
To have that automatic signal to pass and go forward without looking back
No crying
No smiling
Do you hear me?
Or am i talking to myself?