Kulmiye Posted June 16, 2008 SiX bullet to kill blood spills That’s a tale of Ismail And squalls of evil I stood there and watch him unleash his last breath The sound of his mother grieve deteriorate me to the point I almost fail to my knees I reach out to comfort her His memories drips from within Immediately I rouse out of my thoughts and glance back at him to get a final look beneath the white Shiites A linger wounds scrubs wonder the streets his child stood next to me, with a dry lips and I kind of wonder what was going through his mind without saying a word I said to myself feel the sand pitch Where our pearls smear And young women fear to give birth Do to yesterday tragedies And today’s father lynch Under the ink Is been said that good things come to those who wait Yet we have been waiting for peace and societal movement close to 20 years and only wars been hold Pullet patrol and oppression Said to be our glories role Lord knows best, But our prize is yet to be told by:Kulmiye Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
