weep anew, my eyes generously weep, as I yearn my younger days weep, or homesickness would kill me
atop the ruins of a fallen civilization these were the days the carefree the Abundance of hope
weep and cry where your only companion are thirsty ravens and hungry hyenas and cheap mercenaries the death dealers
those where the safe neighborhoods the warm streets stumbling grim unrecognizable now
weep the pain of departure as those good people torn scattered in the four corners of earth
so many ways life was taken watering the mud with innocent blood chastity and purity were bombed away short of food, supplies and medicine taken more lives than the war had
desperate migrants boarding the wild waves toward an unknown wind up at the bottom of the sea
the damnation so many ways to die fading hope death dealers nothing is left for me here
skinny that even the hayenas pity me the ravens won't bother to feast on my dying dreams
and I weep still bitter tears cold to touch the hearts of the oppressors
and as I walked down the ally ghosts of the town haunts me spotting the rubble of home of my neighbor's blooming roses caught my eyes it's sent made shout how dare you blossom in the midst of this desolation and silhouette of that old coffee shop where we used to meet with friends
as evening falls the hooka the hot tea the folk music i recall what we all say nowadays if you brought back the places you can not bring back the companions
weep until you drain your feelings dry the war soon will be over but the orphans will curse us forever the bereaved will find no consolation in the long awaited peace and I will never find myself again
and we will rebiuld renew watching greenery covering our crimes over the years to come damned is man how forgetful he is
and I will be damned that I survived this inferno that I should have surrendered that I should have died of sadness
my heart deformed solidified dreaming of some place else where the memories of warfare can not haunt me where i can rid myself of this nightmare I don't really miss this place I just yearned the state of peace
and I couldn't leave as my feet are rooted here where i belong
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Full of imagery great write Hamza