RESTLESS

More than a decade ago, I left my country. I did not want to, yet I did. I did because I was supposed to do. I was supposed to do because it did not do as I wanted it to do. I wanted a safe place it was perilous. perilous that you can't go to school. perilous that you can't play out. Perilous that you are controlled by everyone. perilous that you can't be still.

Motherland was in turmoil so were we. I talked to her so she can peace herself , she did not reply. I squealed out a piercing scream so she can peace herself, she only showed disappointments. By then, I was tired and traumatized.

I called God and asked for redemption but nothing changed. My loud mind couldn't think because everything and everybody was noisy. That was suffocating me to death and we had to safe ourselves. I was just two years of age. I strongly believe that I didn't deserve the pain and hunger I experienced. Even so, History taught me that whoever disrespects peace would be punished severely. I'm still restless. I'm restless when they arrogantly tell me to go back to my motherland. They don't know that I miss it so much in every second of my life. Please Don't mess with PEACE.