An hour before midnight,
I stood staring at my reflection in the mirror,
Seeing vividly my shade of green and white.
Everything I experienced the last 365 days
played right before my eyes.
I heard the word “transmission” more times than usual.
Episodes of money hungry animals.
And even more painful,
the images of my children organizing blood showers.
The screams, protests and agonies of the innocent ones.
The despair in the eyes of the minors.
With tears in my eyes,
I tried to reminisce less painful memories
and hope for a better tomorrow.
A tomorrow filled with happiness.
A panic free tomorrow
where celebrations are observed without fear.
A tomorrow where leaders are chosen without blood baths.
A tomorrow where my children would be proud of their father land.