Filthy arms

Once the world was filled with colours 

Merry, joy and beauty it had.

But now, the dirty blowers have made the earth a victim,

Victim to their atrocities.

Keats said, “Beauty never fades…”

But here, the monstrous hands are causing its death.

Whose are those outrageous arms,

Beware they are deadly, 

They possess the evil power to change 

beauty and peace into filth and violence.

They threatened her through devilish actions, but still

She provides for their every need, even in her death.

In the quest of the master with those filthy arms, I recognized 

It to be us, the humans. 

Me, you and each one of us possess the filthy arms.

We the foolish beings are destroying our own home. Why?

Explicit answer is greed, greed for everything…oh! How shameful.

Sharpen your ears for what you are going to hear,

Let’s not do this anymore

We hold within us the power to renovate the world, 

Transform contempt into love. 

Together, let’s join our dedicated, useful arms and

 save our mother earth from our own filthy arms. 

Survival

A blast afar, I regained my consciousness.

Every inch of my body aching,

Oblivious about time, and everything happening around.

Sleepless nights, traumatized mind.

The noise around, tore me apart;

The atmosphere seemed vague.

I wish I were a place, maybe Prague; 

 vibrant, optimistic and bold.

I wish I were a flower, maybe lily;

Peaceful, joyous and delicate.

One could only wish and the rest is destiny.

The spirit inside is urging for liberation;

Chains of my mind, unleashing its wrath on me. 

The memories of everything that has vanished,

reinforcing on me.

Struggling to escape, I lost my path

Only if I could get some sleep.

As I close my eyes, disfigured faces and bodies, burning houses are all I see. 

My folks turning into ashes.

Me, the only one to survive; unsought privilege.

Fire and dust everywhere.

No supplies, no sleep, nobody around. 

How many days have passed stuck in this manhole?

How many days without them?

How many more will I survive?

Waiting for nothing, not even death.

Lied in the dark; traumatized.

Hoping someone will come back;

All I need now is a little urge for Survival. 

-Aamy

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