Not in vain
I bear my pain... my loneliness and suffering my dissatisfaction... while going to the war within I take my wounds and bleeding.. my restlessness and angst... Strenuously, but not in vain. My imprisoned mind is my eternal nest, until I hear you're free.. My misery is my avid companion until they hear your plea... My pain will continue to stab my chest Until your children shed no scarring tear... I will stay wired to the fog sieging my brain, like the fence they confined your breathing kingdom with. I don't own the treasury to buy the intruders out of your land I don't have the arm to shield you from their missiles But I have my Being and my all I realize now I have already gone to war for you My suffering made no sense The stale bounty of the world thrown in vain If the watching world has not yet come to the rescue know that life has already stopped outside of your soil Untill you're free, Palestine.