We’re still waiting
It was a January day, in which a 14 year-old boy was shot dead in the head after insulting the president.
His family is still awaiting any information about where they dumped his corpse.
It was a February day, in which a group of students rallied behind one another and watched as a man poured gasoline on his body and set himself on fire, because he no longer could pay for his children's tuition, knowing that the public system is broken.
His countrymen are still awaiting an education system that won't lead to them burning themselves alive for the sake of their children's future.
It was a March day, in which two religious clerics tried to break each other's bones using not words, but sticks and stones.
Their trusting followers are still awaiting a time when they could look past faith and live together in harmony.
It was an April day, in which a young woman sat chained on a seat and cried out in pain as the electric shockwaves blazed through her body, torturing her every cell. Meanwhile her captures laughed monstrously at the scene.
Her college application still awaits her signature.
It was a May day, in which a group of little boys were dragged out of their homes after witnessing their parents getting killed, only to meet the same fate as their loved ones. Just because some feared they might grow up and demand revenge for the murder of their family.
The survivors that ran are still awaiting justice.
It was June day, in which a 27 year-old garbage man collapsed and took his last breathe on one of the streets he used to clean. "I was a global economic major." He told a teenager that always shared his candy with the worker.
The younger generation is still awaiting actual job opportunities.
It was a July day, in which a little girl was suppose to be celebrating her birthday. Instead, she made her meal out of boiled water and tree leaves and tried her hardest to digest the so-called food.
The region is still awaiting anything that could stop them from starving.
It was an August day, in which a family of unrelated lost ones made their way across the border in order to survive.
The people are still awaiting permission to enter.
It was a September day, in which the president came out with a new speech that was met with ridicule from one special man that was taken by the men dressed in military uniforms.
His dead corpse is still awaiting the throat they slit.
It was an October day, in which 5 teenage girls were found dead in a dumpster.
Their bodies are still awaiting the multiple organs stolen from them.
It was a November day, in which the sun no longer shone and coldness approached the doorsteps. And the refugee camps were filled to the brim with people shivering to death.
The camps are still awaiting the warmth.
It was a December night, in which 7 boys were arrested for spray painting a graffiti against their president and his government.
The 7 boys were never seen again.
My brother said he would return home one day and I'm still waiting.
We're still waiting.
But I don't believe they care?
So, why do they still underestimate people that have nothing to lose?