These witches are not letting me go <br />To sleep, to take rest for good <br /> Weaving words into net <br />Nets into thoughts <br />Pure and green, holy like them <br />I rise up from my warm bed just before mid night <br />They are all calling me <br />To supply a glass of fresh water <br />To the world of thirst and hunger <br />A gust of wind with a bit extra oxygen <br />To the suffocated, breathless <br /> Peace of mind to the world <br />Torn with mistrust, prejudice and jealousy <br />We all know darkness is the cause <br />So I was made to watch out <br />Till consciousness brings new light, <br /> Till the arrival of new dawn.<br /><br />Abdul Wahab<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-witches/
