I hear what you sound
It aches when you wreck us down
I see and my Lord Sees
I speak, my grievance to HIM only!
The sky is huge, It sings me songs
From the lines of my lips
To the beats of my heart,
HE hears them too HE knew them all!
For day will come, by and by
And my integrity will make sense
masking armor, my wound of dense
A fair play will be by HIM, by my Lord!
Note: The poem revolves around the war torn and oppressed children of Palestine, Syria, Afghanistan, Burma, Yemen. They have the hope of justice from HIM(Allah Alone). One day when their hidden wounds will actually make sense to the world!