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The Silhun
Salahuddin Jitmoud
United States, Kentucky, Lexington

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Where I'm From

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Blood that would flood,
And mix in with the mud.
The good and the bad,
It is how it was.
The front and the back,
Yet it’s never enough.
The sword and the gun,
Man, you know,
All that stuff.
It may be so cruel,
Yet it is where I’m from.

For example,
Living in the U.S.
Made from all the violence,
‘Cause people getting stressed.
Plus people want a sample,
So it spreads like a virus,
To the rest; depressed.
Now I got an ancestor,
Man, not righteous,
But a warrior,
Who’d like this,
War against Muslims.
He killed them,
And named Kolocotronis.
Some don’t know him,
And some don’t know this.
But he was a man of violence,
And sat on a rock.
He attacked the silence,
Just like a hawk.

Now, I’m a Spartan.
Blood in my veins,
From the blood that fell apart when,
The blood that reigned,
In the battles of pain.
The lives they’ve stained,
The lives obtained,
And the lives;
Eliminate,
Enemies waned.
Now enemies tamed,
To be afraid and ashamed;
The way they’re portrayed,
By the people;
Insane.
But, man, we’re brothers,
Okay?
Stop this nonsense,
You’d think a game.
You like to frame,
Your own faults,
On others for blame.

So please,
Halten krieg;
Keine krieg.
These people too mean,
Don’t need that in Germany.
But halten,
Let’s just talk about where I’m from,
My countries.
Yutgantumraigan,
Stop the violence man.
I’m from Thailand.
I don’t need the danger,
Already full of anger.
Blood in my veins,
From the blood that’s spilled,
From the blade of those who reigned.
Don’t need anymore,
Let no blood pour.
Tamatkan keganasan
No more.
Let me travel in peace,
From Malaysia.
And bring eirene;
Bring it to Greece,
We need the peace.
We need to wipe off the grease,
From our eyes.
And cease,
The war.
Bring peace,
For sure.

This is where I’m from.
From the world whence I’ve come.
But I’m not only from violence,
But also peace;
Peace at last,
Peace; no sham,
Only Islam.
Salam.

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nadinesellers Comment by: nadinesellers - 2008-03-30 10:08
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so thorough, you know too much about the world, you care too much about people, and that's what will make you a powerful movie maker.

rather than incite it will appease and unite.
rather than sicken, it will heal and awaken.
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