Rounded Up - Artificial Terrorists and Muslim Entrapment after 9/11

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Rounded Up


 

Son of Mountains

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Son of Mountains


Waiting for Mercy

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Waiting for Mercy

 

 

 

Jail

Nothing at all
It looks ugly
In my eyes.
It is more than jail

It’s not fun
Why is it that human beings don’t
see the sun?

I left my country
All my people
My history, my town, my memories
I escaped, I fled
I came here
To have rights
To live free

But my dream didn’t come true
I lost my freedom
Living in jail, in a small cell

Now I am dangerous
skin, brown eyes, a stranger
I have beard
similar to the terrorists
and radical extremist

I was waiting patiently
Had no doubt
That in court
And truth will come out

But finally,
Even the jury convicted me in their verdict
For crimes I never did
They said “Guilty”

I am innocent
I am ready
For more trials, more suffering

But this is me
That’s how I lived all my life
Help people
Talk of justice, Work for peace
And never say anything but the truth, only truth