The future's flag
Fear was immense since they never knew the unknown
The worry brought a familiar feeling though, realized and known
Winds howling, giving the flag of events a shaky wave
It was either an implicit indication or a quick naked face
The flag didn't show anything else on its two sides
Though useless, masses gathered to read what it has to say
Or accuetrly what it had to show;
What the howling wind managed to draw
It wasn't meant for the flag to prophicise,
But it was always meant for the masses to flip the dice
So they can read the instant of a flag's face
Then assume they read the whole truth
By: Mohammed Baashar
Lost but found
Homeless, alone, dirty and sad
I doubt he ever thought of such fate
From the warmth of his palace to this misrabale state
Right into chaos, right into a mistake
Or perhaps it's a destiny he has to walk and live
Perhaps it's meant to be, a trial so he can see
His fur went dirty, his white turned brown
Life is bitter; like the bite of a hound
Run, search, never lose hope
There exists a place you can again call home
By: Mohammed Baashar
The glass bones
I looked at the horizon when sunrise came
Faces reflected as the sun rose
The warm rays did ring the time's bell
To remind me of a history that seemed so close
The coffee cup I held almost shattered
The faces haunted me, of both friends and foes
But I knew that reviving bones is not my job
I knew that the ugly faces are mere memories on glass bones
The sun burns, but also signifies hope
A hope to ride a ship to the other shore
To survive is to forget the ugly faces
To survive is to remember that the sunrise brings hope
To prosper is to remember friendly faces
Search them well in the burning rays
A new start on the other shore, is a new truth
So faraway from history's jaws
By: Mohammed Baashar
