You promised us all that our
country will be better, that your mandated
power will be enacted fairly,
that the land of smiles will prosper,
shine, and combine to become one peaceful
nation, blinded by the good, that you will protect
our nation, religion, and our beloved King.
A list of your endless vows that lies
within our hearts.
Just this: I see a child in a white shirt,
watching you. You sewed
her mouth to the size of a pin,
tied her hands and feet until the ropes cut
her into three and she eternally bleeded,
then you told her to sit still.
All she can see now is fire
around her, as the flames melted
her shirt into shades of darker black.
Did I just see her black wings?
You told us to continue watching,
but we’re hungry, we’re hungry for food,
we’re hungry for unbroken promises.
Some of us already have other lives above.
The sad story continues,
a darker place for us all, an endless
cycle of written documents,
followed by all your justifiable
But I’m so scared to mention your name, will you still exist?