Lizzy's Haven

                                                    ONOME  Her name was Onome, meaning "my own" and she had no owner and owned nothing. Her only inheritance was her pretty sorrowful smile, that made her the richest poor thing around. She lived in rags handed to her by her keepers. Keepers that led her to an unwanted rest in a six-feet castle of gold, decorated with many flowers than she ever needed. What a love !!! They over fed her, till her stomach groaned from emptiness. They where the proud inventors of her laughter that came with painful tears. Tears that she drank from until her thirst was quenched.  She sang of the good deeds they did, to hurt her whole being. They dressed her in a beautiful transparent gown, before the hungry eyes of onlookers and her cry was a melody to their ears. The rare times when pleasure meets pain....

                         WAKE ME UP I stand watching these evil angels imprison the fate of the innocent people  They blew up a thousand lives with one "boom" sound, thousands turned millions in a wink. They cruelly sent bullets to the chests of these unarmed people, like they were injections curing them from a disease and with a million helpless screams a large pool of blood was formed. Wake Me Up  Fathers "choicelessly" stayed absent from family meetings. Parents shivered watching their babies lie still like logs. No words uttered but a million hearts were hopelessly shattered and they drowned themselves in a bitter pool of tears. Wake Me Up  They held some unfortunate victims down in a jungle and fearfully they begged for their lives to be spared. Their throats dried with no hope to be watered and many notes is their saviour to come. Wake Me Up  The green land once beautiful, is now an ocean of blood...