the blank sheets are hungry
so let the ink get the summary
what happened last night
not forgotten just still unknown
no other worlds to choose of
just escape to your dream world
the kindness, patience is kindness
for a world so cold and so mindless
the only way to cross the ocean but the bridge
is to swim and call yourself Malik from old age
as the sky weeps upon you and the bridge
behold this executioner
his hell begins at the mirror
forsaken all the burdens
forsaken the withered gardens
choose which among us to kill
death has no power over my will
you are dead to their eyes
you cheater, and who can denies?
this world was ended since yesterday
while we were wishing to find a way
through war, through peace
this world won't fit the sceneries
this world was ended since yesterday
while we were wishing to find a way
through war, through peace
this world has its cruel lullabies
Mohammed Hassan (Piracy In The Mediterranean)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-withered-gardens/
