Part 1: As Soon As I am A Number

My rose, do not worry 

I’ve been to war with men before 

And came back with only a few,



Carrying the rest of the souls in the chambers of my memories 

Whose names only I knew

Their stubborn voices echoed their stories in my mind

Begging to continue living their lives

Through the tales of future generations

My rose, do not cry

We are fighting for our deserved liberation

I’ve seen our people experience a wide range of emotions

But left their happiness and hope in queue 

Their words crowded behind their throats

While blood hovered over their peripheral views

Each segment of anger chanted a name,

Whose weight won’t falter On their tongues

The enemies choked on their laughters

While the Martyrs choked on the cement

Of their corrupted homes 

The orchestrated ambush that the enemies sent

Were heard as melodies that the wounded martyrs left

My rose, 

I could see their pain and sorrow after losing their loved ones

But I have the privilege of not understanding it

As long as I have you by my side