Tag: poetry

America with all its might
Protects our homeland from the fight
But rebels have a way to creep
Into our lives while we’re asleep

My bedroom used to be the place
Where I’d depart the human race
A pillow underneath my head
Anticipating dreams ahead

Sound sleep helps us rejuvenate
Revives us if we’re up too late
The eyes are how you always tell
When someone hasn’t slept too well

But that’s the way it used to be
Now sleep is just a memory
Of how life was before the sight
Of bodies on the news each night

Young children slaughtered in their school
A pilot doused with rocket fuel
Then set ablaze while people cheer
A blade cuts off a woman’s ear

We’re far away from all of it
Yet feel the pain from where we sit
Then try to shut it out in bed
But shut the horror in instead

Insomnia is on the rise
Dark circles under tired eyes
Like landmines on a Kabul road
Our minds are ready to explode
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