GAZA SPEAKS!

LOOK AT ME

 I would love to write poetry about love, 

Paint rainbows and butterflies, 

Smell the scent of pink rose buds, 

And dance; 

Dance with the melody of jubilant bluebirds

I would love to close my eyes and see children smiling 

No guns pointing at their heads 

Tell them stories of lily-like fairies in far-away lands

 Not of bullets shrieking…. missiles exploding 

But 

How can I? 

How can I? 

How can I? 

There is a dagger in my heart 

I am hurting 

Hurting

 I bleed, 

I cringe 

I cry 

HUMANITY, WHERE ARE YOU? 

I am being slaughtered 

Under your watchful eyes

 I am cold… cold…. cold 

I cringe

 I cry 

Humanity, where are you? 

Why do you turn your face away? 

Why do you keep looking the other way? 

I am here

 Languishing 

In Gaza’s alleyways 

Humanity, where are you?

Look at me 

See me 

I am here 

Sighing 

In Gaza’s alleyways

 I cringe

I cry

Humanity,

 Enough turning the other way ! 

Turning a deaf ear

 Turning a blind eye

While I,

and oh ! 

My poor children

Die...