Song Mood Board #4- Praying, Kesha

For today’s Mood Board, I’ve decided to repost one my favourite poems (self – hype much??) called ‘They Have Killed My Country and Murdered My God”


\you brought the flames and you put me through hell //

They have killed my country and murdered my God
and called it collateral damage.
They have buried my homeland
under their bombs and the cries of its residents.
The women of my country are their playthings
And the men are prisoners of war.
My house has collapsed in on itself
burying its inhabitants under six feet of rubble
like a grave.
Colonisation, The Occupation, Ceasefire.
I can’t hear my own thoughts
Maybe that’s what they want to do
Overwhelm you with external destruction and voice
So you have no idea who you are
They blaspheme my God and place of worship
call Him a liar
spit upon His shrine
challenge His authority
believe they are better off without Him.
My country has become their playground
Paradise on Earth, now even worse than Hell.
I think the dead are luckier
They can’t see their beautiful land littered
with bullet shells, bombs, guns, craters
The dead can’t see their descendants turn into slaves.
Father, I am sorry
The land you helped to build with so much
care, hard work, and patience
I couldn’t save it from being turned into
a battleground
for people with hate in their hearts,
war on their minds
and strange words on their tongues.
Mother, I am sorry
I couldn’t keep your children safe
I couldn’t protect your home.
I can’t run. I can’t fight. I can’t survive.
They have killed my country and murdered my God.


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