December 30, 2014 Only God knows; the feeling of betrayal, the feeling of the oppressed As I shuffle through your letters One by one Putting the older ones in shoe boxes With every letter a piece of my heart goes Like an extinguished candle I turn my head to the window To see that dawn is approaching I turn again and it is dusk And I am still shuffling through your letters Reading word by word As I shuffle through a stack of letters A tear drops on every word you wrote The letters are soaked A tear creates a hole Penetrating through Like an arrow Through ones heart Dear mom To the end with, love from your son Every word is cherished Sad notes Jailed words Jailed breath Shackled alphabets Does anyone know how I feel? How I feel When justice is gone When oppression breaks through one’s bones When lies and deception continue from the oppressors When silent lips conceal the truth When silent hearts don’t support It hurts Life is gone Extinguished Stolen Raped Invaded Violated Prosecuted Can’t be compensated Son O son Life is gone Like a movie screen Shown slowly on a projector Then paused With every slide there’s pain I blinked and you were 21 Then blinked again and now you are 26 Still languishing in jail Many gray streaks crept up on my hair Stole away youth Vitality From worrying about you There in a prison cell They have you With no windows Small enclosed space Like a box A grave before a grave With no grave yard in sight No moon to descend at you at night No owls hoot No birds sing No sun to spread its rays And smiley face No eagles to spread their wings No wind to transport our weak voices Through the long harsh nights Afar you pray I pray And Only God knows The Feeling of Betrayal The Feeling of the OPPRESSED ©Laila Yaghi
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 15:18:55 +0000
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