Assad Cina
In the red desert of tragedy
The desert
There will be no one
To talk
Silence
The ever present sighs
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 don’t see
They don’t see any more
No daylight
Farmers, the fabric of our society
Are lined up to die
One by one
To be Hung
By: a. c. alim
