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29 June 2024 7:39 PM
Depression is oppression
Left over from emotional expression
Things we done and had done to
Made a wound in the heart through and through
Things not said and things that were said
And can't be undone because now they are dead
I should've I could've I would've but did not
The time is past and now is lost
How could they, why did they
Why didn't they why couldn't they
Questions with no answers
From the past following the here after
Dear Lord please help me forgive
Help me let go and live
Help me understand why
And then let it all go by
Help me smile and not frown
Pick me up from the ground
Stand me on your word
Let my spirit fly again like a bird
You said that you would not leave my soul in hell
You said when I am sick that you would make me well
I stand on your promise
I pray in spirit honest
Have your way and your will
With your spirit please fill
Restore my soul
And again make me whole
To live not just for me
To live in your Kingdom free
who shall rescue me Donkey?
Friends I have no advocate
on whose shoulder to lean is thirst
come my day to reconcile with God
for daily burdens no relief
tomorrow and ever nothing new
my lord has thought I'll ever beef
come my day to reconcile with God
Early I wake up to water homesteads
The heavy load a faithfull back bruise
A long way to go my load flatter
come my day to reconcile with God
too slim I plough no break
back home no food dogs full
our rich house no longer mine
come my day to reconcile with God
my cold food time no to thaw
my prisonous home for rest
my proceeds the lords table
come my day to reconcile with God
you call us refugees
how dare you
we're your casualties
we're running from your hells
how come it never rang you conscious bells
we're the Syrians ,we're the Yemenis
we know beards and burqas it's strange
strange as your drones and the bravery of being out of range
you'll never know what we've been through
trying to get to you
to tell you what GI Joe and his cronies do
you see we thought we're all humans
forgot you were silent when the japs tasted Truman
we don't want your jobs
after all we're not Samsung and Steve jobs
why are you avoiding our eyes
do you buy your MSM and it's lies
we're guilty of having oil under our feet
for you it's pipelines
for us it's bloodlines
you've been fluoridated
we're being eradicated
you and your deafening silence
Tamer Hossam
Depression is oppression.
It's a deadly hidden message
Defined by self-hate.
It seals its prisoner's fate.
It holds you captive and throws out the key.
It stabs and jabs just to see you bleed,
Inflicting wounds that scar for life.
Destruction is its mother and death its wife.
You can cry, but it will always ignore your screams.
It terrorizes your soul and haunts your dreams.
It sends you false hope through a bottle or pill.
It destroys your goals and inflicts its will.
You can't run, nor can you hide.
By its rules you will abide
Until it celebrates that you have died.
Open your eyes, or you will be its prey.
It will blur your vision in the most twisted way.
It will seek your destruction and call for your head.
You will lie and wait but never rest in your bed.
Peace will come to those who want peace,
But as long as you feed him, you will see the beast.
You can't run, nor can you hide,
But if you conquer the beast, you will survive.
Prayer and hope can lead the way.
Cling on to every word you pray.
Hope is in truth.
Hate is in lies.
Pray for your soul and open your eyes.
Tell me a story of the way things were,
tell me a tale how things are meant to be,
and I'll sing you a song of how things are,
and whisper the lies that are so commonly heard.
I'll rhyme you a riddle of the injustice of it all,
how a child will cry and no one will hear,
pain so immense it just won't heal,
suffering and poverty we see in this world,
and no one will care, no one will see,
that for every tear a river is born,
for every lost hope a dollar is made,
for every fear,
life is taken away,
when all this is taken away,
who wins but the ones who shouldn't,
this world is corrupt and no one will see,
we're killing our youth,
we're making them not believe,
believe in yourself,
because no one else will.
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