When I write I can escape from this life of pain and miseries
Therefore I agree with King Salomon when he wrote his wise words stating,
“Blessed be the dead more than the living, and better than both
is the one who has never existed”
because we fight and we cry and we kill each other and we judge and money give us a sense of superiority and Christians think their perfect and atheist despise religion
and race defines and gangs kill and religion separates and government steals.
Human rights is the only holy cause as the result of this human disease
Which contaminates like a contagious parasite and sucks the love from each one of us
So much angry acid bottled up will one day overflow and eat my skin
I pray one day we can all wake up from this nightmare which seems like reality
And our history is a dark one which we can’t erase from our memories
But we never ask nor question the purpose for which we live
We spent our lives pursuing the idea of happiness, which is unreachable
I can write about this subject until my eyes get weary and my brain gets nauseas
From expressing the despair which we try to hide under our beds
Because we wake up and try to succeed however we hide the tears of our heart
It’s time to recognize poverty, homelessness, violence, genocide, racism, and hate as a state of emergency
It’s our everyday drink and we see it on TV, but disregard it because it’s not me
Even though we never asked to be born I blame the world and human beings
I believe we should all ask why do we exist, followed by an action of love