Occupation

Occupation

Curled up in a little ball,

a boy from wounds of scorn,

vitriolic barbs embed,

where the spirits torn.

Terror enslaves the region,

population displaced,

his world now run by monsters,

in such a barren place.

He wakes to broken buildings,

but pangs of hope remain,

although in truth its dire,

brought on by the insane.

Food is scarce while safety’s worse,

water is fouled by hate,

occupation of his home,

by a terrorist state.

Swarms of Bullets whiz his ears,

as bandits bomb the land,

while captors answer pleas for help,

with a stinging hand.

Defiance is his weapon,

in eyes the real pain,

childhood gone, long ago,

taken by those insane.

Yet in the shadows distance,

in country side of tears,

shouts ring out within his heart,

to chase away his fears.

For in the storm that’s coming,

are hero’s strong and brave,

the army he’ll embrace again,

when they all are saved.

With terror’s back now broken,

the fighter’s power through,

restoring old foundation,

by bave-ry proud and true.

Jubilation sings its soul,

as welling tears bring joy,

dancing in the streets again,

for this orphaned boy.

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Edited Aug 21st, 2021

About this Poem: I wrote this poem during the liberation of Aleppo. It’s based on the belligerent occupations and injustice being experienced by the people of Syria, Palestine, Iraq, Yemen, Libya, and all other nations who have been under attack by US Imperialism, European Colonialism and their belligerent attack dogs.

Western Mainstream media also lies to its audience about what is really happening in foreign affairs. They have become the Orwellian ministry of propaganda for western Imperialism and by doing so, destroy the fabric of democracy in their own nations.

The following lines were a part of this poem but edited out. They remain here in the authors notes as a statement of truth.

“Lies are swallowed in the west,

by apathetic minds,

compassion lost, morals gone,

while moving forward blind.”