Cry

Vultures around me,
No worse than my fellow beings,
Waiting to prey,
No better than any devil.

I too have my dreams,
But where should I build,
The barren land lies before me,
But beyond the peace loving minds.

The mud around me makes my home,
Stones around me make my toys,
Tears make my lips wet,
And fear fills my stomach.

May the flags fly high,
O'er the innocent corpses,
Elegy tuned to victory chant,
Heard above the distant cries.

Bullets rain
And bombs bloom,
My God weeps
When the whole world pretends to be blind.