• nasreen 5w

    May...
    The month of love,
    The start of summer,
    The scent of blossoming flowers,

    May...
    With stubbornness in it's roots,
    And independence in it's nature,
    Yet, where are you?

    The so-called month of peace...
    With the sign of the raging bull...
    Where are you, during all these sufferings?
    Where are you, when this pain seems eternal?
    Where are you... and why aren't you here?

    Why aren't you here now...
    Raging against the unjust in this world?
    Why aren't you here now...
    Avenging these unfair deaths?
    Why?
    ©nasreen