If the six million Jews who died in the Holocaust
saw their descendants treat an ethnic minority as second-class citizens,
what do you think they'd feel?
And if they saw them relegate these people
to poor ghettos, deprive them of basic rights,
and then systematically steal their lands,
what do you think they'd feel?
And if they heard them refuse to help these people
have a homeland of their own, claiming there’s no room,
while they live on lands taken from these very people
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I'm haunted by them
The fighters have lost the battle
The self-acceptance and confidence
have left the battlefield
I'm bleeding, I'm injured, I'm wounded
The brain has been infected
Taking my sanity away
replacing it with craze
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Today my father walked away from me
I was 8 years old again
and all I could do was cry
as i grieved the love i never had
and yearned for the care he never gave me
I am the echo of your wants,
a whisper you can’t chase.
And when you reach for me,
I’m gone—like smoke you can't erase.
I've got some tricks tucked up my sleeve.
I've become someone I hate.
If you're drawn to pain, come closer—
I’ll hand you all my weight.
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I never see the waves of grief coming
why would I
I’m not dead
yet
every now and then
I think about all the things
that have happened in my life,
everything I thought I was desensitized to,
and I am unbearably saddened
because what I went through
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I avoid looking people in the eye
for they may see too much
even with a quick glance
how can they see my thoughts and my past
piercing me, weighing me
in between blinks
eyes so close to the brain - close to what I think
I'll keep my eyes closed - hide within my thoughts
......
"Greatest gifts," they preach and reign,
Feeding worlds with hollow dreams.
"Communism"? Just a chain,
Fascist care behind the scenes.
Show your pass—submit, obey,
Tolerance rules all around.
Yet the brave, in their own way,
Fight beneath where dark is crowned.
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The Core of It All
You can punch your neighbor’s face—
Cops are harder to abase.
Let the slaves release their steam—
That’s the core of every scheme.
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I said I wanted quiet—
now I flinch when I get it.
There’s a hum in the silence
that sounds like regret,
but I don’t name it.
Not out loud.
I still walk like I’m untouchable.
Still flirt with ruin like it’s mine to keep.
But some nights, I miss softness
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I am the echo of your wants,
a whisper you can’t chase.
And when you reach for me,
I’m gone—like smoke you can't erase.
I've got some tricks tucked up my sleeve.
I've become someone I hate.
If you're drawn to pain, come closer—
I’ll hand you all my weight.
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