Countries are small. People are not.

Who cares what colour your flag has,

It’s Independence Day,

Let’s just be happy.

Because in any case happiness is not about

how do we pray.

And to whom.

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While we in the east celebrated Independence day,

certain people in the middle-east

celebrated ethnic cleansing.

Victims faced bombs, missiles and rockets hit,

 and also faced whatever they did.

That little country got filled with air

that smelt of acid and gunpowder.

Shambling through the seas of dead babies,

fathers tore off their mouths open and scream,

mothers sat in silence, forgetting how to mourn

and dying kids between the blood, between the pain

promised to tell everything to the God.

Somebody please teach them humanity

and how much they need it.

Your words like fists to me

You said you like me.

It made me feel like a leaf,

Falling in a certain panic

from a tree.

Slowly, without control,

Only thinking

Oh god, oh god,

oh god.

You said you’re weak.

That night I got home

and knocked on my bones

instead of the door.

And they sounded

so hollow,

They only echoed

that it hurts

everywhere, everywhere

everywhere.

Later, you asked me

what’s wrong?

I locked my answer

behind my crooked teeth.

Swallowed the key

And felt it hit my stomach,

While I managed to say

Nothing, nothing

Nothing.