My blood boils as my country heats up
You and I watch helplessly
Hopelessly
As men with empty shells for brains
Fight a war where they die, and the women get raped.
I’m paralysed
By the sheer number of heavy headlines,
Each a bullet to the heart of our beloved land.
Men die like flies
Women protest like they have nothing left to lose
And they still say, “But what about when-“
You and I,
We scream, shout, yell and cry
But end up laughing with a taste of bitterness inside our mouths.
We break into peals of laughter-
Our eyes turn into glass balls
Lips as hard as ice
Hearts as cold as the tip of a gun barrel.
Mad, aren’t we?
Aren’t we all?