I am away from home,
sent to a land not too far.
A shield from the corruption,
and terrorism,
and hatred,
that polluted the streets of my city.
Sent to a land matured with history,
with stability and power.
Where once old shacks,
now skyscrapers,
a global power they call it.
Where there is awareness,
and media,
and money.
Part of her history includes barbarity.
A piece left 17 years strong,
the remaniants of a massacre,
yet to be decided.
Tabloids scatter,
hearts shattered,
the verdict is announced.
now i am in the midst of terror,
an eruption of slaughter,
and violence,
and panic.
I long to return,
to the safety of my hills,
to the comforting embrace
of mother
As I imagine many families
trapped in the frontlines
of this soon to be bloodshed are.
For there are no good days,
that aren't built on graves.
-the decision of the 9th
