Powerful words, written with passion and devotion. Just had to reblog!
What colour of skin, do death and sufferings acknowledge?
Don’t look at me now, pretending, you had no knowledge.
Raping my child, breaking my womb,
I am forced to wear a viel of gloom.
The red of my blood is shadowed by, red quenching the city,
All the colours are gone, that once made my people pretty.
They humiliated my heart with every possible force,
I know universe loved us, when Nile refused to engulf corpse.
You said you are safe, and I always wonder,
Maybe you’ll know, when your own doors receive this thunder.