There is a sky over my head

In the meadows, I was thrown with a predestined fate

I’m not a war product to be slaughtered at medieval rate

I am a live animal

I can think and reason that bring changes in the seasons

After tons of evolutions, I got this human shape and continuation

Who are you to determine my existence?

I have a right to exist inside my mom’s womb

Why do I have to die with your bombs?

My life isn’t here that much cheap

I have some stories down this cliff

You can’t erase my existential base with your ego and raze

I have a right to die with my own desire and craze

-Somoy Shafi