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The image that stays with me comes from the story
of a black boy playing wide-eyed with his toy dinosaurs.
And maybe this is the picture that stays with everybody,
Breaking the lull as you dwell in the city of Srinagar,Sedate Waters of the Dal lake bouncing to the moon
Cooped up populace peeping through the crevices,Predators patrolling the streets hunting the lamb.
It isn’t that I didn’t see it coming or wasn’t warned
It’s that I never imagine it happening so fast
As though I hopped into a time machine
and now I’m here
How do you know if a elephant is sad?
First ask it a question to see if its mad.
Mrs.elephant how was your day?
Not very exciting just blew away.
Pencil number one is stained with blood
Because innocent kids were taken by drugs.
Penicl number two has been sharped to the tip
Because kids without homes stir my stomach sick.
Traveled through time,
Not to pick the dime,
But to only tell a story,
Will it make thy glory ?
If only one listens,
It's not imaginary,
For everything I say,
Dear Mom,
Most the time dad was not home
So you were the one who raised me
I almost put you through so much pain
I could never tell you to your face
In my vision I see
Children on swing sets
Laughing with joy
Chasing each other on turf
In my vision I see
A little boy who falters
A year ago, on this day
I clutch my belly and pray and pray
I know this is a monumental change
Is it something that I can take?
Will I have enough courage, and strength?
Will I still be the same?
Sleep my child, softly dream.
Days have worn upon you, hours are long and seasons slow.
A world of troubles is all you know.
Sleep my child, peaceful now, days are long, and seasons slow.
walking through hallways of deceased childhoods and wet pillowcases
where little boys and girls couldn’t find protection in their own homes
their lips cold
Dear children,
My time is done
Yours on the other hand
Has just begun.
You will experience joy
You will experience pain
You will experience sunshine
You will experience rain.
