When the storm clouds gather,
And darkness creeps in.
When the river turns red
And the olive trees are uprooted
When homes are demolished
And the children,
Searching through the rubble
Find small joy in a toy
That remains untouched
When the bodies are found
Gunned down mercilessly
When the tiny coffins are draped
With the innocence of the child
When the voices of power
Refuse to speak the truth
When no one is left to look
Into the tear-filled eyes of the orphan
Then take refuge within your heart
It's walls, fortified with faith
Will shield you from the torment
And lift your hands in supplication
For He listens to the prayer of the oppressed
And your body, broken as it is
Will draw strength and stand again
And again, against this atrocity.
From River to Sea
Set Palestine Free!
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I Can't Breathe and other poems
PoetryPoetry and prose reflecting the reality of life - from the murder of George Floyd to the brutal killing of Ejaz Choudry in Canada, the power imbalances in life create horrific nightmares for individuals, families and communities. My poems and pros...
