They lied to you
When they said
They had stopped the genocide.
They lied to you.
I still hear the buzzing of nasty drones
Hovering over the grey sky,
Like hungry birds searching for another home.
They lied to you.
I witnessed my home collapse
Under the weight of heavy bombs,
Its walls falling like broken memories,
Its rooms swallowing the laughter
That once lived inside them.
They lied to you.
I hear the screams of widows
And orphaned toddlers,
Their trembling voices rising
From beneath the dust and rubble.
They lied to you
While they razed our homes,
One after another,
Until familiar streets
Became fields of concrete and ash.
They lied to you
As the horizon of destruction
Grows wider and wider,
While the grey sky carries
The smell of smoke and fear.
They lied to you
While they are killing us quietly,
While our names disappear beneath the rubble,
While our stories are buried with us,
And the world is told
That the killing has stopped.
