It is hard to live in a world where
Lives are taken as means to an end
Continuously accumulating from non-consensual contortion of land
With any promises of future on a downward spiraling descent
It is harder to accept a world where
The obliteration of a blessed nation is viewable on more screens than just the TV
Witnessing unwarranted forces laugh at the face of injustice
Blatantly refusing to acknowledge the fundamental rights of their equals they forcibly withhold
Whilst promises of safety continue to decay rapidly
Children are suffering
Children are suffocating
Children have metal thorns in their face from brutal puncturing
Blood, sacrilege and fear is all they know
Plucked from dust and rubble if "lucky"
Will these babies live to see a flower grow?
Decades of injustice have outlived generations of ancestral lines
Rhythmic annihilation far beyond the Nakba
How will they forgive humanity for what we have done
Haey o Rabba, ya Allah
The steel capped boot of tyranny still presses down firmly on the neck of Palestine
Hearts and bodies have ached for over a century
Long will it take undoing the poisonous threads embedded in the tapestry of time
For fight or flight has become but muscle memory
Oh, Gaza
Shame on me.
In this life of plenty
How dare I see the glass half empty
The ingratitude I leak sometimes makes it hard to speak because
My troubles are but a blink of the wide eyed monster you stare head on
Every day
Of every week
So I cry for you and not myself
And will fight for you until this nightmare’s over and all comes to an end
We seek out the false truths that were indoctrinated
And learn of the lies flagrantly spread
The world can't turn a blind eye any longer
Won't continue to play pretend
The myth of "war" cannot stick anymore
This massacre is not repercussion or mere injury
The world is watching
And will scream until you recover
From your river
To your sea
Until Falasteen is saved
Until you are free