Wipe, bring back - For refugees




It's a helpeless round
How I start to write, then wipe all out
My words wouldn't do anything.
I will not wipe tears
bring back the dead 
nor will remove hurts.
I will not even feed a hungry 
will not bring a child back to his mommy

It's a hopeless situation
To know that you're not the master of your home
To follow others like I do on Instagram
Only here I wish I could press "like"

So, I'm sad 
As the demolished homes
As the scattered souls of parents
Sad for being a friend, and not being able to help
Sad for every brother and sister separated
and for that old man not being able to die in peace 







For refugees around the world. 
For Syria, my extremely helplessness

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6 kommentarer:

aneebaba said...

Heartbreaking but beautiful of course.

Shadiatique said...

Heatbeeaking indeed. Thank you my old friend ;)

Kate Mia said...

Oh.. myths.. you
house truth
and light..
you vehicle
and vessel
in words
and other symbols
myriad to human
feelings and
senses..
Oh.. heArt
sEat of
emotiOns
SinG wORds
of spiRit aGloW
in floW
energy
IT IS
of human
KinD.. to
growiNGmiNds
and bodies
in balance
as
LiGht
of SoUls
tRuth..
no wORd
is too
smAll
to
save
the
entire
human
race...
as every word
is a butteRfly
of
GOD..:)

brudberg said...

So sad that we cannot help more.. Though I heard that at least we can give more money so they don't have to starve in the camps..

Bodhirose said...

Your words show a very sincere concern for the pain suffered by others. I feel for all the refugees and senseless deaths too but getting yourself to a place of feeling extreme helplessness serves no one including yourself. I hope you don't stay in that feeling for too long.

Shadiatique said...

Enjoyed reading your comments. Thanks for taking time.
Love S.

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