STRENUOUS SERENITY

By Fatema Virani.

A walk through that day is like no other,

A prolonged day; complete with hunger, thirst, and pain.
The sunrise an indication of terror and destruction,
The darkness of night; the end of it all.

A bright young soul slaughtered,

A teens body trampled into a trillion pieces,
The hands of the flag bearer bleed as they touch the ground,
The lifeless body of an innocent infant exhibited extravagantly.

Yet this does not suffice the tyrants,

The cries of children and weeping of women,
are still incompetent to convey the pain this wound has inflicted,
A wound that will bleed until the end of time.

How can it be?

Such brutal murders accepted in such a humane manner?
How can it be? That the oppressors have oppressed.
They have succeeded.

They have succeeded in annihilating the present,

The future is not in their control.
Their victory is only physical,
For the metaphysical is beyond their comprehension.

Thus, this is not the end,

Meanwhile, the domain holds no peace,
It holds nothing,
Except fear of the tribulations welcomed by dawn.

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 Fly west and the journey continues,
The tears and blood of a nation are the fuel and oxygen of another.
A world of dreams for one is the rigid reality for another.

As this fabric of reality shatters,

We take it into our hands to walk this journey.

A footslog of freedom,
A procession of peace,
A journey of justice.