The vultures roam low
Deserted in the middle of nowhere
Ready to begin their hunger show
To rip my body off and share

My heart is still at beat
I am not yet dead
For I am longing for our meet
But right now I am so scared

I pray for the cannibals to go away
The more I try to move myself
The more flocks dive my way
Inviting themselves

I peep at the sheering Sun
And hope for it to disappear
Water left, I have none
My vision so unclear

I get back up on my feet
Heading towards the shady creek
While vultures fight on decaying meat
Fighting with their sharp beek

Dear vultures,
If I become your fresh meal
Then please do me a favour
For I'll bare all the painful feel
Just spare my eyes for my saver

He who is my only love
Lost and gone out of my life, yes
God, shower mercy from above
And let me get over this mess...


©sim

I dream a dream that is too BIG, maybe I should dream smaller.  
A world with equality and Love, instead of division and disorder.  
Foolish me to even think that it is possible.  
I have a hard time conquering even the smallest obstacle.
If we come together, we'll have a fighting chance.  
It may be our only hope, you know our last stance?  
I'm willing to take the steps, the only question is who's coming with me?  Time is short so we must move swiftly.  
There's no room for fear on this trip.  If we fall, we fall together.  
Our victory goes before us,
because it was sent by letter.

Why do I speak for those who suffer?
Would I be true to myself if I claimed another?

How could I see a woman struggle and not think of my Mother? or a dude laboring for food, and not think of my brother?

I will be a voice for those without, until I hear the sound of the trumpet calling me out.