Nature
I dream about her sometimes
She is long gone
Migrated out to live different life
Among the others
I am old now, seen her eight years ago
There was no need
No need to migrate out
I stayed
So I am here
Alone
Getting older and older
And they just laugh
Laugh because our fate
Victim of politics
Like a gunmetal sculpture
Eventually forgotten
As all dead become
In clash with eternity
Just I can scream
In hope to be heard
But no one that hears
Cares
Just like concrete around me
Or the grave of my father
They just remain
Until they get demolished
And no one cares again
Because the nature of this world