Arts
Pun Intended
Feb 6th
Posted by YorkMSA Associate in Arts
Author: Sarah Usmani
I’m a war child. That’s right a war child, Just because the media makes believe that for myself I can’t speak, Don’t pretend like you can’t hear me, Don’t make me repeat my misery, I’m a war child, Yeah you heard me, A war child.
Because of the soldiers’ machine gun playing my loud nightly lullaby, I may not sleep at night, But I tell you I dream, I dream with my eyes open wide. I dream that if tonight with God’s might I may survive, Tomorrow I’ll look for a safer place for my siblings to hide.
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Transparency
Jan 12th
Author: Elisha Syed
Amidst the orderly lines I’m here Small voices Multiple conversations And I’m here In unison But maybe by comparison I’m stuck Dumbstruck Maybe just trying to deny Maybe just trying to hide These tears in my eyes Because it can’t make sense to you For me to cry What is it inside? And the gears start turning and churning Rotating without breaking And I can no longer deny The love I’ve been given A chance for forgiveness And I’m only transparent to Him
The Reality of Illusion
Dec 21st
Posted by YorkMSA Associate in Arts
Author: Rida Khan
It’s true about life that it is short and tough, there’s times of ease and times that are rough. Don’t fall into this trap because you will get stuck then nothing can help you escape; not fame nor chance nor luck.
…Life is full of greed, anger, and mistrust, betrayal and denial of the truth is a result of this lust. It is the bitter truth that you need to understand, that life as you know it, will soon come to an end. Glamor, luxuries, and the “American Dream” are all ways to keep you occupied, so that materialism More >
The Elements of Fear
Oct 19th
Posted by YorkMSA Associate in Arts
By: Sarah Usmani, picture courtesy of Yasmine Youssef
Just a few centuries ago, Fire, Water, Air, and Earth were all pure. Fire, once the only source of heat, Is now flaming from burning body heaps. Water, once the nourishing source, Now gushes from pipes drowning corpse after corpse. Air, once the pure and clear source of life, Now intoxicates, and wounds deeper than a knife. And Earth, that once provided a ground to walk on, Is now drastically bombed on. How did the elements of life turn into elements of fear? Who brought them here? We did. We used the air More >