Starving Hope

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The inspiration to write this poem came from all the sufferings and struggles that Muslims all over the world are going through right now. We're being stereotyped, falsely accused, offended and violated. Wars, genocide and mass destructions have already destroyed many lives along with countries. But the hope for the better days will always remain in our hearts.

And the poem is dedicated to LiteraryLady97, a very good friend and an amazing poet, Mashaa'Allah:)

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Angry hot tears burning in my eyes,

Threatening to spill, to make the pain subside.

But how can I let it cause me to give in?

Rather let the tears fuel the fire within.

Tears, the sign of defeat I refuse to show-

Turning my weakness to strength, forever I will glow!

The thousandth time you push me down-

I will not whimper, take your frown;

I'll limp, I'll crawl, I'll right those wrongs-

I'll secure both the crown and throne.

What lies behind those false accusations,

The biggest open secret that needs revealation-

Your secret agendas in pretence of salvation,

I'll tear down your masks,

Yes I'll clear the confusion.

Using my bare hands I fight for my freedom

But you label my defence as act of terrorism.

My pleas of innocence against your cruel barbarism-

But you snatch the title of greatest heroism.

You mock the way I dress-

My headscarf and my grace,

The downcast eyes That clearly defines the respect I pay to my faith.

Unleash your weapons in each part of my land-

Genocide and destruction well among your plans,

Didn't receive mercy even the year old infant,

Both cruelty and cowardice well in your hands.

Over the lifless, bloody bodies,

In all your heartless triumphant glory-

You announce proudly your victory.

While lay beneath your feet the true victorious,

Sacrificed their lives to defend their honours-

Even death didn't manage to weaken their resolve,

Your thousand attempts to possess their soul.

On the pages of history,

Past all the mysteries

You remain the winner-

But come will the time,

The chance for us to shine,

And come out as the gainer!

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Again a big thank you goes to LiteraryLady97 for helping me come up with title:)Love you Iram! I am very thankful. And Jazakallahu Khair to everyone for reading:)

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