freedom.
what brings me joy?
freedom.
the freedom of
Sudan.
Congo.
Palestine.
The freedom of those
who’s mouth is
gagged. stifled. destroyed
those who’s bodies are
gone. desecrated.
buried under blood.
the names
never lost or forgotten
the babies,
the children,
the women,
the men,
the elders,
“No child left behind”
Unless
they are black.
Unless, they are brown.
Unless, they are Palestinian.
Unless, they are Sudanese.
Unless, they are Congolese.
Unless, they are Hungry.
Unless,
They. are. dead.
So for now
i have no joy,
because tears are still flowing
blood is like a river
death is raining
and the World,
you.
turn its back on
Celine Ehab Ayman Al-Bahtiti
Jouri Mohammed Mansour Abd Al-Jawad
Mohammad Mahmoud Yousif Al-Hissi
and the many more who’s names are
never forgotten
but their innocent joy
lost forever.
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i am a highschooler trying to find myself while simultaneously fighting for things I love
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Abstract political/philosophical inquiry grounded in concrete personal loss and witness
SparseMeasureDense
Dense idea packing: oppression, naming, hypocrisy, grief compressed across lines
DarkSentimentBright
Overwhelmingly negative: grief, rage, despair, lost innocence dominate throughout
StillEnergyExplosive
Explosive accusations, fragmented pacing, repetition of 'Unless' creates urgent intensity
MicroLengthEpic
Approximately 50+ lines; extended meditation with substantial development
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Blood as river, death raining, mouths gagged; vivid metaphorical language throughout
LyricVoiceDramatic
Primarily lyric first-person voice with dramatic accusatory turns toward 'you'
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