April 8, 2015


Filed under: Poetry,Sociopolitics — by Zuhair @ 9:08 am

They were dropping bomb after bomb.

They were killing innocents every day.

They were laughing about it.

They were seeking entertainment from it.

They were merciless.

They were wicked.

And we..

We were boycotting.

We were writing ‘Free Palestine’.

and ‘Free Gaza’.

and ‘Remember Gaza’.

and we were praying for the innocents.

and we were crying for them.

Now it’s died down.

Some days there is no news;

some days they spend a couple of minutes on it.

They still have no homes.

They still have no family.

They still have no food.

Blood has still been spilled.

And we…

We have stopped boycotting.

We have stopped writing.

We have stopped praying.

We have stopped remembering.

Have we really stopped caring?


April 7, 2015

To you, with your masked face and gun in hand.

Filed under: Poetry,Religion and society — by Zuhair @ 6:07 am

You stole them from us with your lies

about paradise and martyrdom.

You took them from their mothers, and their sisters

and told them they are among brothers, fighting for freedom;

You gave them a freedom that requires violence and butchery,

a freedom that steals from the innocents.

You gave them guns for friends

and futile battles for hobbies.

You deceived them into believing

your false ways are the ways of the religion.

You deceived them into thinking

your actions are for the nation.

You lied, and stole and took and misled

your own brothers and sisters,

You gave yourself fancy names,

like, ‘The youth and ‘No more West’.

And all for what? Nothing.

Nothing but the resistance of your own put to the test.

Nothing. Nothing but the tears of orphans

and the blood that spills on the soil that you should call your own.

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