Assad Cina

 

 

 

Red Desert

 

In the red desert of life

In the red desert of tragedy

The colour of blood

The desert

 

The lips are sewn together

There will be no one

To talk

Silence

The ever present sighs

Souls quite

Voice locked inside

No speech

Energy wasted

Human life discounted

 

The deafness

Nothing can be heard anymore

So much pain, such pain, so much pain

The constantan familiar cry

Cry for

Ears that are deaf

The cry ignored

 

Eyes are used to

The darkness, Blinded by the

Amount of pain

They donít see

They donít see any more

No daylight

Farmers, the fabric of our society

Te soul of generation

Are lined up to die

One by one

To be Hung

   

 

 

                                     By: a. c. alim