Silence

Silence Sara Eldewak

The nights slowly seem to wither away The days feel longer, and the cry of the melancholy winds sends a cold breeze You hold your loved ones a little closer It was never normal The days and nights always felt watched And they start to wonder, what if we were free? What if my land was really my home, and the plants were ours The food was ours The peace was ours Questions flow our minds What if this holy land was in safe hands Of its true blood, and not in the hands of black leather gloves with grenades Tear gas It’s hard to see now But Questions once again flow in our minds Can this blessed land be free?

Falesten Bay Of Resilience Arde (IG: arde.is.dope)