Poetry By: Fountain of Paradise

I am ashamed, Sister!

I am ashamed, Sister!

I live in a house, I want to renovate.

Yours was bulldozed, now you live in a tent.

I need a new car, trade the old one away.

You lost your feet in a bombing yesterday.

I sleep so cozy and warm in a king size bed.

You find confort in the cold hard floor instead.

Something doesn't work out I'll compalin to everyone.

While you hide your tears when you lose someone.

My freezer is full with samoosas and pies.

Your tummy sounds are muffled by rockets and cries.

I open my fast with plenty food in my plate.

You are thankfull for that single date.

I do some chores my back is sore.

You lost your sons your pain is much more.

My Eid clothes are bought, few hundreds gone.

You were forced to leave with the clothes you had on.

I need a few holidays throughout the year.

You won't abandon your land despite the fear.

I have everything yet I still want more.

You just want peace, the end of this war.

Despite all this your closer to Allah then I'll ever be.

So I am ashamed sister, ashamed for being me!

anonymous