Lonely Boys

Block me, bury me down

I will not stop you,
Nor will I make a sound.
My stick-figure frame can take the pain
Im weak
Yet, Im strong enough to hide the shame
Fight.
Breathing in toxic
Living with no fear
The ice may melt at any time
The end is always near
If there is a God above,
watching over me
Hold me close; hold my heart
I will forever fight for thee
Change
youre changing right now
only because this is real
this is happening, this is NOW.
Its not everything, but a touch on the present
See my change,
reflect my cognition
and beat to drums on my peace
Change Is constant
you arent.

Muse in a school bus

This is where innocence dies...

Can you hear me, life? It cries
I sit here; I reflect.
Do you see them?
The eternal joy in their eyes
Children of eight, glum-faced with nausea
Glee deprived, stolen every day
Piece of their soul eaten in minutes
as they gaze emptily,
the outsides muse
Joy passes away
The monotony, heavy movements
The need to play, to revel
Expression through their eyes
Knowing no other way
The last straw left to rebel
Doubting the existence of fresh air
We are jungles of concrete
With no jubilance, nor smiles
The seat belts trap their meek waists
Silently choking, no air
Failing to breathe
Control, Society, Dull, Routines.
Drives us into steep ravines
Uniforms pressed; fresh shoe-shine
Favors from our mothers.
~Hanaa Azmi