You don’t know me.
But I’ve been following you,
For a while now.
I try to make sense of what’s happening to you, everyday.
Yet, I never see sense.
I don’t see sense in your pain,
Or in your loss.
I wish my government did more to help you,
Considering that we go back a long way down the timeline.
But wait, we don’t need to have a shared history,
For us to feel your story.
I am just so sorry.
I am sorry you lost your family,
And with it, the last standing witness to your rich heritage.
But I pray that you don’t lose hope, my friend.
I pray that you don’t lose your spirit to reclaim what’s yours.
And I most sincerely pray that you don’t lose your ability to love,
To give better than what you got.
I pray, my friend, I pray,
So my tears aren’t my only tribute to you;
So I can conceal my inability to be one of the Goddesses of my land
With ten hands,
And take out the beasts on your land.
Just remember that there are humans outside your land,
Praying for you,
Crying with you,
Opening their doors for you.
Hold onto that thin ray of hope, my friend.
Today, we remain divided only by governments,
Or we wouldn’t need any armaments.
But there will be better times ahead,
Times when people like us who can care, will run the world.
No, don’t ask me when!
Until then, hold on, my friend.
Grab all that you can
To not give in,
And to stay alive.
There will be better times ahead.