In-RELIEVED

When you have loved too hard
You feel you have love-less
When you are too hurt
You feel you have less-pain
When you are still-living
But you don't know you are a living dead

When you are too old to die young
You think you will die anyways
When you are stinged not bee-sting
But you feel a bitter-honey flow in your veins
When your tears flows like the nile
But you feel nothing just dryness of the soul

When you see your dreams crashing right there
But you are helpless, can't touch a thing
Then you know it's all gone, long too gone
Except for the spoils and the dust of the crash
Dust that chock, chocking the life out of you

Now do you feel relieved or in-RELIEVED

                                             - OneMellowHijabi

Pulitzer 1994: the death of the dead

Drawn by the drought
From the north to the east
A land of the dead
Some await their death
A struggle with life
Yet the bird await the death

A snap of shot
A turn so snappy
He struggled amidst his death
A prize was won
He won his prize, death  pulitzer prize
The death of the dead, a suicide

The man had his death won
The child had the destiny gone
We all earn a prize
All has a prize, not just the pulitzer prize

Biafra: there was a country indeed

Bombs of hamlet
A split of a heavy two
Spoils of war
A weep of a country
Wiped out by betrayal,
Self betrayal in field of ego

An eerie call
Soldier-born patriots
Bloodshed on these days
The boy set to roast
Out of a Biafran cry
A call from the Pope
For the plea of a fiasco peace

Robbed of an old nemesis,
The booty of war
A retreat it was called
But it really was a flee

The rising sun has fallen
Flat on its face
The red nile dried up in its vein  in vain
The end of a belligerent feud
The nation, an end of a Biafran case
But there was a country
Yes indeed, there was.