The Wrong Toy - I used To play

Sawfly Larva by Clande Gange.

BedTime's Quote[130]:
"We tend to forget that the future of our nation is not in the hands of the elders and tribe leaders, but in the hands of the youth. The tribal leaders know nothing but worries and old traditions to limit our religious minds" --[x] [Sociopolitical-understanding].

The Wrong Toy - I used to play.

It's the wrong time,
To draw lines
With knives
On the sands
Between Our Fingers,

It's the wrong place,
To build a wall
That prisons the shadows of our hearts,
And rejects our imaginations.
Every Brick kills a freedom seeker,
And every nail drills a hole in our shoulders,
& love letters.

It's the wrong dream,
To create a mental disordered nation
Deserting creative Minds,
And Exiling Innocent Imaginations,
A Withered Rose called Renaissance!

It's the wrong faith,
To bow after a wax throne,
That can't face a faint flame.
With Time,
It Entirely Melts down.

It's the wrong poem,
To rhythm,
To rhyme,
In Accordance to dead fishes & dry trees
In a dark ocean filled
with petrochemical plans.

It's just wrong to keep quiet,
When in fact,
We altogether look like,
A beautiful Mosaic design.
Copyright@[x]
Influenced by [z].

Note: The poem is Written for the wrong moments Our World react wrongly to. Written Specifically for the Arab World and how its people keep quiet when it's the right moment to speak. However, keep being loud when it's the wrong moment to protest. Every day a new borderline is adjusted among countries, every day a child dies in Africa, every day a creative mind gets rotten. Every day we face invisible problems, but almost no one ever bothers to make them visible. We all wait 10 O'clock news, turn on Aljazeera TV to watch boring politicians protesting against illegal governments as they claim.

We wait to be informed that there's something wrong in our backyard house, while in fact, the problem has exceeded that and reached the living room! They try to build walls to block ideas, some build walls and call them "independent", some build them so others can draw their imaginations there. In palestine, people are dying in the both sides of the demonized wall, while another blood brother country supplies the bricks to finish it all. In the end, instead of looking for similarities among ourselves, we just look for the differences of our passports' colors.