This Feels Like The Beginning

This feels like the beginning
People roaming aimlessly
Escaping from houses powered by imagination
Rushing toward nowhere
Where aren't we going?

This feels like the beginning
Years of pain, regret, and sorrow lay ahead
A story of birth, how a child's PTSD was created
The story of a thousand cliche lesson
A story of injustice.

Night, Siege, and Wolves

Night, siege, and wolves
Hearts that are eaten by fire
Eyes that are too scared to stare
And the streets have become dangerous.

The ghosts of fear
Have filled up the road
Swarming us like a tornado
Body parts everywhere
And hatred is now rapid.

If Only The Devil Knew

If only the devil knew
What it is like to lose a mother
Then he would've stopped instigating wars
And burning people at will.

Mother, answer me if you're listening
Only you know how to wipe away my tears.

"Look Daddy, The Paper Planes Are Back"

Paper planes came out of nowhere
Paper planes set every house ablaze
Paper planes displaced our neighbors
Paper planes sent us on an endless pilgrimage.

They destroyed my father's shop
Set fire to my son's new bike
They left my mother in tears
Buried my daughter's dreams under remains.

Court

I am telling how the story began
Just so I could have witnesses in court
An imaginary court that's actually free
I don't need a helping hand
I need a helping voice
For when their lawyers accuse me.

Just take a minute to hear my journey
I will tell you about every stop
And you may make of the ending what you please
I stand at your gate, humiliated, on my knees
I wouldn't have left my home
If they didn't turn it into debris.

A Plea

In case we ever make it to your history book, please!
Don't fall for the twisted words the media made to justify our death
Don't join the debate team arguing for our death
Don't believe the protests that demanded our heads.

We also ask you to be careful
Make sure to wear a mask
When the part about chemicals comes up
When you read about explosions
Make sure not to be near the glass
It was childish naivety that led some of us to do so

In the chapter about the destruction
Make sure to stand far from the buildings
Don't try to be a hero and jump in to save one
The planes and tanks often hit the same place twice

A final plea
Please, carry the history book with you
Wherever you go
No matter the class
So we could at least keep attending school.

A Permission To Survivors

You have the permission to feel safe now
As time goes by, every entity chasing you
Will slowly become ghosts.

You have the permission to feel safe now
All the fear will turn into sorrow
Suddenly or quickly, doesn't matter
You have all the time in the world

You have the permission to dabble through memory
It's okay to think about the past now
Relive every memory you choose

You have the permission to suddenly burst into tears
No one can judge you
No one wants to

You have the permission to cheat sorrow
So feel to create your memory highlight reel
And for one second, smile or even laugh
Create a secret tunnel in your memory away from sorrow
And enjoy the past for as long as you can
Before the sorrow finds you there hiding

You have the permission to be okay
Permission with no expiry date
So, take your time.

This Feels Like The End

This feels like the end
Everything is finally moving at a regular pace
No rush, no pressure.

This feels like the end
Even if the hands shiver sometimes
Attempting to say otherwise.

The war has dried outside
The soldiers went home
No one is coming near you again
I promise.

Make this new house your home
Refill it with laughter again
It's okay if you fail
It's okay if you give up sometimes
Just don't forget to try

This feels like the end of that story
And people's lesson of that story
Can be whatever they choose.