Thoughts Out Loud

20. Anonymous

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STOLEN

I begged and cried
But they seem to be forever tied.
I tried my best to cry away the pain,
But it doesn't work that way, does it?
For war is an eternal game.

The times we laughed are still stuck in my mind.
Those were the days in which everything was just fine.
I held his tiny hand in mine,
Hoping and praying that one day he will shine.

But negativities shine better, don't they?
Burying love and happiness in a stack of hay...
Our differences is what we lace
In our hearts, all made out of clay.

Greed and hate replace wine
On the table of mankind, meant to be divine.
But there is nothing much we women can do other than write
Our sorrows down with all our might.

Why is it that we can't maintain peace?
Why is it that we tend to prefer blood over cheese?
Why do we let the flag of hatred soar up so high?
Somebody answer me, just why?

Stolen is my family, stolen is my life
Stolen is all my happiness and diced with a knife.
I'm left with nothing but my soul.
Why doesn't that get stolen too,
And burnt in coal?

In front of my eyes, they now lie
In their coffins so comfortable and nice.
I see everybody crying,
But will their pain be as permanent as mine?

Don't they realise that war doesn't bring much gain?
Just pain, pain and even more pain...
No worldly spirit would ever know
The pain of a woman whose family has been hit off shore.

But they're in heaven now; a better place.
Away from the world and its menacing face.
I count the days for me to lay
Cold and lifeless in a wooden case.

For in heaven times would once more be divine,
And laughter would no more be seen as a crime.