Drones

("I no longer love blue skies. In fact, I now prefer grey skies. The drones do not fly when the skies are grey" ~ Zubair 13 yr)

Blue skies, they fly,  I stress out
But when it rains it drains my fears out
They're killing my people, tryna scout out,
Big names, when I shout out
They claim foul, blame game,
Pull the stats out

Worst case, they're killing citizens
Saying 'they're militants or
Isolated incidents or
just staying vigilant
Never mind these tribal minds
Carry no significance, anyways'
The best is, kids losing innocence
So there is no best case
In this injustice

Flying like a bird with mechanical wings
But when it hits
It hurts more than just a bee sting
No one bemoans
These drone
Hovering over my home
Always on mind
Whenever I look up
I duck, I fall
Flat on my stomach

God save me, and my, family
I wanna see the sky
The way its suppose to be
Without having a sigh or cry
Or someone spy on me,
Just the way its suppose to be

God take me back,
To my innocent fantasy

City of Lights

I was someone

Before I got lost in the mist

Of dust, rubble and destruction

I was someone

Someone

To be read

To be heard

To be seen

But not this one

The one you see today

I was someone else

There to be felt

To be embraced

To be loved

I use to

Struck a pose

Smelled like a rose

Stood in the sun

Glowed in the moonlight

But now, something isn't quite right

I feel disfigured

Displaced

Disgraced

Yet on display

Like a dead body in a crowded place

Like a poem on a paper used as a plate

I feel them mocking me

My beauty or what it used to be

‘Oh and how I used to be’

Magnificent

Desired

Owned

Not left on my own

Sense of home

Signs of hope

All washed away

Into the other side of the edge

Where I used to stand in pride

And it came to kiss my feet

Those memories are fleeing

Floating away, on the shores

I saw them for a fleeting moment

Then, sun went down in hiding

Only thunder, no lightning

And all went dark

In the city of lights