Trading life
Nada Amine Awar

Am I happy
Am I sad
Have I been good
Have I been bad
Look at me crippled
Over there
Look at me dancing
Everywhere
Am I really sitting still
Am I climbing up that hill
I am weaving my own way
I’m just living it, my day
I’m so stubborn
I refuse
Rotten systems
With no use
I say no, for modern thought
Trading life, seeking the drought
Bringing such a global loss
That I call: the epoch of stress