He left because of the fighting
My voice was unheard.
Standing there next to him, my skin looked dark.
I voiced my opinion once more, but no one heard.
So while away,
In home i shall be waiting.
for the soldier who fought.
Our relationship looked down upon,
by all society.
Neither of us feeling like we belong in either worlds.
Nor his nor mine.
To whome i gave my support,
Only hime and not the nation.
Never to people who,
Would emotionally abuse.
The war never ending,
My people oppressed.
The towns are dumps and yet i wait.
For the man I loved, for the man i hate.
The people all around cheering for their men.
The people all around not caring for ours.
My heart filled with hate, my writing filled with emotion.
Pen are pen moving across the paper,
To express my ideals to the entire nation.
Unknowing if i'll be heard.
Only hope can fill the air,
But standing there hoping.
On the horizon to see,
The soldier home.
Just a dream for so long,
No longer it seems real,
But i keep on waiting.
