My Orphans

I want to hold them

Console them

Protect them

Free them

But who's them?

Them represents the orphans of the world

The forgotten innocent souls 

The collateral damage to each war

The invisible human beings

The lost youth

The supposed leaders and innovators of tomorrow

But I only hope they make it to sunset

I want to hold them

Cherish them

Revive them

These are victims of the harsh weather and engulfing waters

Diseases and selfish leaders

Arrogance of every organisation and corruptions 

But all I want to do is 

Hold them

Hold every dying orphan 

Boy or Girl

From Bosnia to Somalia

In my bended scarred arms

I want to wrap them 

In the warmth of my treacherous arms

And make the sun jealous

I want to hold them tight

So I can drown them in my tears

And smother them with my love

To a sweet, painless death

I want my ignorant bloody lips to kiss their shallow cheeks

Something like a dark tunnel

Marked by streaks of salty residue

To make my pressure rise

And wake my sleeping heart

I want to give away every drop of blood from my free body

To save a hopeless life

To make a baby's heart pump and hear its holy cry

I would give away my big brown eyes

To an elderly blind man 

So he can see 

The corruption and deadly casualties 

But I only pray

For them, the orphans of the world

To live another day.

Mabsud A

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