Oyile Javan

Cupcakes and root beer Café tables and bar stools Staying high, running low All alone in this crowd A stranger in the mirror Not everybody lives but everybody dies Married to this game of life But she keeps breaking her vows Confessions to the priest Given penance I can’t petition Staying high, running low No longer at peace, yearning for blitz Hand over heart I am praying But the heart keeps on fighting  for what it wants Hope I am gonna make it out alive This is a modern fairy tale it seems With no happy endings Keep your advice to yourself Coz I no longer care Only time and fate  Is gonna be The end of me. .

   From Baghdad to Tahrir square From Islamabad to Budapest I’ve been there, done there Collecting stories that I can’t explain      Al-queda, Muslim brotherhood, ISIS I have covered their stories From all frontiers, they have told their stories From civilian casualties To the army brigades Drug cartels in Mexico To warlords in the Congo Yet now you torment me Yet now you intimidate me With threats In the name of presenting highly sensitive information To the public, now labeled as ESPIONAGE Facing trial, treason is the charge All the photography and footage I took Is the evidence against me now? What crime did I commit? By giving audience to those armed groups And that widow who lost a son in Mexico Does it qualify me to be a terrorist? Sorry bro you just join the list Peter Greste, Mohamed Fahmy and Baher Mohamed Have just gotten out of that shit Just go do your time, we gonna get through this togeth...