By : Rabia Siddiqui
I lie
In the field
Ready to die
Not out of weakness
But to defend my own
In the depths of the night
My wounds bleed with my eyes
Praying for peace
As the bombs fly
Striding tall to hide the weak
Armour, guns, weapons and all
Walking with my heart so small
Suppressed are those feeling that deem me sane
For this is not a place for those
Sadness and sorrow
Weakness and wounds
Not the time for those
Walking miles in dusty boots
With stains of blood
From those we knew
My heart will forever ache for those
The ones who’s innocent lives were taken
Blood spilled over
Hate, fear, injustice and no truth
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Rabia Siddiqui is a first year student at UBC and an aspiring architect.