“Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.”
I realize,
(Wallah) I do,
Very well,
Closer than you,
Pointedly,
(I am a) Palestinian,
Refugee,
But (please) profess,
Explain what part,
Our narrative,
You watch real-time,
EXTERMINATE,
GENOCIDE,
Confuses you?
Leaves you…
Tied…
Both tongue,
And hand
Because I hope you note,
Your voice, your thought,
Privileged,
Tainted not,
(Our) colored blood,
Exactly that,
Could change this world,
So I ask sincere,
Have you said one word?
Aloud, in public?
Have you spent a dime?
Charity-wise? (e.g. UNRWA)
Have you labored time?
Volunteered, struck a march?
Do you do a thing?
To earn that crown?
Invisible…
But so damn might…
If you only tried…
We need your help…
Our children die,
So painfully…
They’re missing,
School,
Limbs,
Family,
Freedom too,
Dying thirst,
Hunger too,
Nine months now,
No safe space,
No place left,
Run, hide, die,
No difference still…
So I ask (sincere),
One last time,
Do you do a thing?
One damn thing…
Anything…
To make this stop…
Shukran to all who recognize the need for doing something for peace, even a tiny bit is a lot. Our dear Najwan does much more than a lot, she is moving the world with her work. I just feel bad for not doing enough. If you are like me, be grateful for people like Najwan 🙏 Allah yebarek feekee
Shukran dear Najwan for sharing this poignant yet beautiful work, greatly appreciated. I assure you dear Najwan that we shall prevail and we shall prevail very soon. Please keep up the good work. Allah yebarek feekee.