*scrolling through your phone,
safe thumbs, quiet rooms,
while screams cross borders
I can’t scroll past.
there are children
learning the sound of bombs
before lullabies,
death visiting the wombs,
blood staining the skies.
the lands and the homes
where children’s laughter once traveled,
now places of endless storms
as pain and hunger has unraveled.
the mothers are dying alive,
the heart that stopped beating in their arm,
death's visit can't be loud or quiet,
it shakes the mountains in alarm.
living souls beg for their lord,
for their loved ones to be in peace,
cause all they want from this world,
is for equity and truth,
but they fall powerless while others,
decide their youth.
scrolling through your phone,
safe thumbs, quiet rooms,
while pleas seek comfort,
destruction takes place.
and tears don't help
but I hope mine is enough to create a sea,
maybe then I can go
and help the achings souls be free.*
been a long while since I posted and this a reminder that even when this new year starts, last year many brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers and families and friends.. people suffering in Gaza, Sudan, Uyghur.. may this year be better than the last for us all and them ameen