It Bagan in the morning

It was seen the afternoon

It happened in the evening

At first it was like a reprimand

Second time, it was like a habit

Third time, it was like a norm

Last day, it was an episode.

After that, all I could recall

Was I, shouting and screaming,

Wait, I can explain, wait

All I could recall,

Was I, shouting, screaming

Help, help, help

After all, I could hear were the sirens

People speaking foreign tounges,

People crying, mourning, grieving

The next day, I woke up dressed in foreign curtains

Sleeping on a hard advanced base of the surface

Surrounded by peers

Surrounded by spiritual guiders

Men and women in blue Shirts

With black boots,,

Man looking like an undertaker

With a black suitcase

I never knew that, one of the days, a clap could be a kick

I never knew that, one of the days, my body could be a punching bag

I never knew that, one day my heart could be a refuse bag to be filled with all kinds of rubbish

I never knew, just didn’t know

Up until I ended up sitting on a chair permanently

Up until, a life was almost lost

Up until, an eye was lost.

I never knew.

Once something happens, it’s easily to happen again

One clap,

Two more to come.

One kick,

Six feets under

Then it is done.

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