Never Shall I Forget-Hashim
Never shall I forget the fruits of my hard work
Never shall I forget that rainy day, on the selfless streets, so much pure water…
Never shall I forget the silver berries and blue berries
I hand picked them and shared with the rest
So very sweet, so very pure, so very peaceful
Never shall I forget that feeling of power.
Everything was mine, everything was so very sweet…
Never shall I forget my enemies who stole that from me
Never shall I forget those fruits taken from me
My days of peace…gone
What had I done? Was it my fault? Was something working against me?
Never shall I forget the rooms covered with filth, no more fruit, no more water…
Never shall I forget that sweet, never ending water, running down the black cloth
I must destroy them before they destroy me
I seek that sweet water, and those fruits…why would anyone take them from me?
There is something missing, something I have forgotten…
Never shall I forget that evil that consumed me…for evil is merely the absence of those fruits
Oh, where are my fruits, and who has taken them?
Never shall I forget my struggles to have my fruit
Take me out of this filth, out of this dirty water, and out of this bitter state
I will wait…
Never shall I forget the power of patience
Never shall I forget my hunger for power to replace that sweetness…
but power is not sweet, power is not what I am looking for
I will find my fruits no matter what happens, and I will share them again
And when I find them, I will not forget.
Never shall I forget those that took my fruits, and left me in filth
Never shall I forget the snakes, crocodiles, and bugs that infested the filth
My dry throat and bitter mouth have made me something else
Only my fruits can cure me.
Never shall I forget what those fruits mean to me. Never shall I forget their absence
Never shall I forget,
Never