Journalist.

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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 together
No matter what happens, never ever give in
Once a soldier, always a soldier
Don’t give up the fight, your career aint a crime
One day when glory comes
It will be ours, oh yes
It will be ours eternally


Comments

  1. Jackie Nakitare9 March 2015 at 02:43

    javan am surprised. i love your work!!! kip it up dude!!!

    ReplyDelete
  2. Javan9 March 2015 at 06:29

    Whoa,I am so humbled,greatly appreciated.

    ReplyDelete

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