Sea of Dreams

The skies become loud and dark Raining bombs upon us May god protect the civilians Take away the rest in rivers red Let the devils blood flow far from us We stare always to the skies Our own tears falling Thus we created our own sea of dreams Here inside our prison city Laughter is hidden underneath the bed My pink lip stick and smile I have only hope to eat I have only the future to grasp Because my death shall soon come to be Death for forgetting the past All we could do, living in daily fear Is swim in our sea of dreams Only to be drowned with our own blood Here is my Photo, here is my dream I lie dead, my dream I leave to you Dedicated to Nisan Ibrahim who reported and wrote under the alias Ruqia Hassan. She lived in the city of Raqqa in Iraq and was killed by Daesh around July 2015. Hassan came from a Kurdish family that was originally from the town of Kobane, Syria, on the Turkish border. The family had at some date relocated to Raqqa. She was never to find that rest and peace. Maybe she didn't expect to. She wrote the same day: "Our biggest mistake was to swim in a sea of dreams... and we dreamt of the next phase and ignored the current phase... we look at the future and forgot the past... #a mistake we regret."