The vultures were hunted down
No one left to clean up the dead
Bodies filled the ground
Blood hasn’t dried yet
No one left to grieve
To pray
Or to mend
The heart that was broken
Right before the end
The vultures were hunted down
No one left to clean up the dead
Bodies filled the ground
Blood hasn’t dried yet
No one left to grieve
To pray
Or to mend
The heart that was broken
Right before the end
You found a pothole
A place to start the crack
And the dream was born
Between the dark and dark
The whole was broken
And now you manifest
A dream unspoken
A place you can rest
Your head
For just
Today
My friend you survive
This way
And the best is yet to come
There’s no end to your dreams
There’s none
I weaved a nest
Out of the things they threw away
And I made a home for my children to say
He created an earth so large
So great
Hoping one day
The Gods will appreciate
The waste they threw a way
The Garden of Eden was no place to stay
Adam
I know your pain
I, too, had to do the same
To free myself and children alike
To start fresh
A new life
I too had to be
Immigrant
But free
A memory that’s not yet old
Her, laying on my dorm room bed
Fever filling her head
Gun shots sounding closer and closer
Baghdad, what have we done?
I kiss her forehead, cover her with my blankets
Sister, what have we done?
I told her I have to step outside
But she couldn’t hear me
The small glass window was near me
And it was threatening to break
And everyone was screaming
I wished I’d been dreaming
But I thought I had to say my goodbyes
…
Sister we’ve come so far
This truth had to be told
Before our story got too old
And everyone forgot we existed
He said he’ll hold my hand
But here I am, falling on my own
Oceans deep or sands
I don’t think he’ll notice what’s wrong
Don’t try to save her
She is singing in her head
Trapping the thoughts you said
Turning them to something beautiful instead
Don’t try to pull her away from the heaven that you call hell
For you don’t know in which hole your beauty fell
You seem so sure
That there’s nothing you can do
That the stars’ position
Tell you visions that are true
You seem so sure of how unsure our future is
Of how we’ll fight in a war that no one wins
And although we know
We still try
Oh history why
Why do you keep playing this game with me