Art and words: Rawan Al-Janaby
Tell me… Why does the ink stain the soul? And why is the echo etched on the wall? While the petals wither The language of flowers erodes hither O’ tell me how! The mind’s eye flashes In rage it crashes Willing to spew forth flames Yet only uttering ashes Teach me now! How these inked threads speak Honey laced venom Words these eyes cannot perceive as bleak For when has my sight become so meek? But answer me so… Were you not the one who paved the opposing road? Morals and silken words you supposedly bestowed So tell me, oh tell me so… Why did you trample this so called kindness you sowed? Leading them down the thorn wretched road Why do their words reek of hypocrisy? Layered behind masks drenched in mediocrity The mask creaks; its hollowed words released Crooked laughter bellows and so, The wall is etched by an echo