Paranoia
written by: Hend Hamed Ezzeldin
And the world smells of rottenness,
Filth, and death.
Hope has flown on the wings of a hawk
Who has just fed on a newly-born bird.
I hear her tweets;
Imploring the hawk to let her go,
But the hawk doesn’t feel, doesn’t care,
He has been accustomed to brutality,
To injustice, to loss.
Silent, silenced, numb.
I see him devour her.
Silent, silenced, numb.
Her cries penetrate my skull.
Silent, silenced, numb.
She dies.
I am the hawk.
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