let truth prevail

i wrote this poem for my friends father, a senior journalist which was held captive the main reason for that was HE WAS A MUSLIM

••••Let truth prevail••••

Why we cant stop time,
Forbidden lost yellin,
For just a little while.
You’ll never find anyone quite like me,
I was trashed,smashed,again i rattle,
I am the truth put this. Battle,
You’ll never know if It was your,
perfect for my job,
Making truth prevail,
Lettin us inhale in loyalness,
Because you never gave me a try,
A republican Overshadowed,
by dark cloudes of rusted hearts
I was just doin my job i am payin for,
Overwhelmed by not guilt but duty,
A place coexisting with darkness,
It is where your other life begins
I assure what i opt,
Will not feel me as i will not flee by dawn,
I am standin here to support all
I am a ‘shia’ muslim,
On my way to islam wit all my wisdom
Itz the only reason for their conspircy,
The want us crumble down,
We wont cease,
They let us dyn,
Showin all figures fine
Now with the six words of death
I am loyal to my country,
People who bash their ways,
To the democratic india,
To a new world they head to.
We are being crux,
U want us die exile,
Life’s all sadness molds me into a strong nativ,
With that I am able to begin my journey,
To the angel that’s yelling at me with rage with a sad voice…
Don’t remember me anymore.
You never know what people have up their sleeves here,
Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me like of ur’s,
Lurking in the shadows with their lip gloss smiles,
But I don’t care ’cause right now you’re mine,
Let us Inhalare in peace,
Your Apprehension provekin hasty action’s,,
We panic!…
I’ll Surrender my all and my Whole,
soul to my countries peace,
To its people,
Dont let my voice dump,
Dont let me die numb,
Everything that matters for u and i,
I am being human since i open up eyes,
Seen this embroilment all over,
I was a child then,
Now i have a new name ‘Victm’
I tried so many times,
Being in media i know what life is like,
Seein people,
dyn,starvin,killed,masceard,
I am mohammad ahmed kazmi
A muslim senior journalist held victam,
But how far will devils raise,
My voice was scream,
Still i am loyal to my people my country,
Above up i beliv in almighty
when you’re gone and not here…..