Life seems to mean so little,
in our cities of material excess,
the silk curtains that keep the light out
are our cages,
our narrow circles, our shackles.
Yet we are happy with false friendships
and falser values,
we register a heavenly day
when the sun has already set,
and so we trudge back to our now comfortable cells.
We’ve been deceived by billboards
and the American dream,
in a world of hyper-connectivity,
we are lonelier than we’ve ever been.
~ Saadia
The art is by @bluewingphotos on instagram ❤
Malcolm X said, “If you’re not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.” Research shows that people tend to ignore information that goes against their beliefs.
This is the reason for mass misinformation which ruins people’s lives.
Stay alert, don’t accept everything you see, think it through in your head because less than 29% of mainstream media news is accurate. This has led to most people getting their fix of news from social media platforms like Twitter.
Many 24/7 news channels are funded by Political Parties and facts are twisted to misinform, create fear to validate crime against minorities and the marginalised.
The media has become a propaganda machine even worse than it was in the early years of the 21st century.
Verify the facts before sharing news, steer clear of mass media that show one sided stories (CNN & BBC) and never let news inspire such fear in you that crime against certain communities seems justified.
Peace
– Saadia
Just a little reminder to stay here, be in the now, love the present for what it is, you’ll never have it again. Take a minute, be grateful, today is all we have.
If you want to see more art infused poetry be sure to head over to my Instagram @saadiapeerzada
Art by @mind.drawing on Instagram.
– Saadia
She looks at fireworks
And the child in her resurfaces
I watch her, my stomach twisting
And despair creeping up my throat
She’s silhouetted against the night
And the skyline of this city
She’s beautiful
And I am afraid
For her, for what comes next.
She’s the torch in the night
And I run my way back
Skipping a step at the stairs
To the dark that feels familiar.
She’s alive
And I envy her
She’s brimming with delight
And I feel like my insides
Are burning and curling
I run my way back
So that I don’t run into decay.
~Saadia
I wish I could share your burden
But the sky weighs too much
And it stays on your shoulders;
Tall and grey.
It is impossible to say
What it’d feel like
To live
With the moment
When your child’s eyes
Lost their light
Flashing before you
Every moment
And then the next
And the next
And the next.
– Saadia
It is hard to know sometimes
If all you’ve done is enough,
Enough to give reason to life.
And in those times
It all seems to be
One big ,vain expedition.
So I’ll live between
A sense of distrust
And a feel of toxicity
Until life makes sense
And loving doesn’t feel
Like murder.
– Saadia
Happiness has begun to hurt my chest
an unwelcome intruder
an unexpected guest, Continue reading “Broken Wings”
How can a person hate others
when he never learnt to love himself
Can a person laugh at a homeless man
when he doesn’t have a home in his house?
How can I calm you down,
clear whatever you doubt of me,
when I never learnt to quieten this heart.
~Saadia
