Dancing with Death

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They lived in fear,

They had in the past be a target of their nation

 

Children of their nation,

Killed and tortured,

By those meant to protect them

 

Seeds of their nation,

Called looters and hooligans to justify their killings

 

Those meant to keep them safe,

Kept quiet,

Those who talked,

Denied

 

Those who tried,

Were intimidated

 

Those that fought on,

Were silenced

 

They watched as some of their brothers,

Danced to the rhythm of their death,

Just because they spoke a different tongue

 

Victims,

Wounded forever,

They lost their fathers,

Their friends,

Their siblings,

They even lost their children

 

Their truth was denied,

Only they know what it was like to face death,

Then being blamed for bringing it on themselves through lies and propaganda

 

They were lied to when they were told that they were children of their nation,

They wait for the end of their torment while they live in fear,

They have memories that will always be scars in their hearts,

Yet they fear that this may not be the end,

All they do is pray that there will not be a next time,

All they have to hold on to is their faith

 

 

HIDDEN TRUTH

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Pale,

No tears,

No emotions

 

Stiff,

Standing still,

Occasional smiling,

Frequent hiding

 

She had built herself,

And broke down her walls

 

But all those who came running in,

Were simply the wrong kind of people

 

They told her she was worthless,

They avoided her like a diseases,

And they only needed her,

When they needed someone to look down upon and to despise,

They taught her to hate herself,

And she accepted it

 

She tried to be strong,

But deep down she knows,

The strength she tries to show,

Is a mask for depression,

That she thinks will be her ruin

 

She wants to fight,

Yet she asks herself,

‘How many times,

Will I have to say,

I’ll put on a fight,

Just one more time’

Rebirth

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She was once a tiny plant,

With flowers blooming

 

As she grew,

She got trampled and stepped on,

Weeds grew around her,

She stopped getting her sunlight and water,

She had stones and cement thrown around her

 

With time she grew weaker,

And lay down looking like she had died,

Deep inside,

She felt like it was over

 

But with time,

Her little portion of sunlight,

The little water she got,

Made her fight just a little

 

Before she knew it,

She was up,

She started to rise again

 

She once was a flower that could only grow in soil,

But she now learnt how to maneuver and grow between stones

Darkness

His life was all about chains and darkness,

He walked over a bridge that took him to a forest and burnt it down after he crossed it,

 

He embraced so much negativity,

He made no light shine from within him

 

He ran deeper into his forest,

Every time he believed someone was close to finding him

 

He did not want anyone holding his hands,

He did not want anything that would shine a light,

He believed that he was not worth it

 

He got himself tied with shackles of self hate,

He embraced the darkness until it became his normal

‘Friends’

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They first asses you,

When they think you are stupid they befriend you

 

They pretend to care about you,

But once in a while you clearly see that they disespect you

 

When the time comes,

They stab you in the back

 

They then turn you around,

Look you in the face,

And they pierce the knife right through your heart

 

Finally,

They laugh as they watch you fall apart