Poem By Sarah Ibrahim
Welcome to the land of slaughtered dreams
Land of Stifled cries and Hushed screams ~
take a seat on one of our Rusty chairs
This one. That one…JUST SIT.
No one really Cares.
Now, cut off your feet, hands and tongue
But keep your eyes and mind intact and Strong.
Open your eyes and enjoy our theater of Death ~
Brought to you by our Righteous Men
Oh Don't fear them.
They are here to Purify our every breath ~
Make sure we are Stripped of every Sin.
They will lead us to Heaven's way..
Just believe what they say.
And when their dreams come crumbling down ~
We will yell: 'Hurray ~
We are the scapegoats Hurray.
Here comes our virtues keeper with his bloodiest Crown.'