Growing restlessness, a deep sense of unease
A feeling of futile hope, which no words can appease
Disbelief that once again we are observers of our own fate
Deep fear that will not abate, for futures we cannot create
Our conscience ahead of our voices subdued
In silence, yet again, buried guilt is imbued
For when will we awaken and understand
That all this suffering is for our riches not sand
When will we learn that submission is for the weak
And that silence will always be the ploy of the meek
We sit and debate as strategies are formed
And watch in horror as their executions unfold
Forever played as pawns of no value
Our vision derided by a sense of déjà vu
As events unfold like a Shakespearean tragedy
I shudder at the farce our enduring legacy
Inevitably we embrace outside interference
Expediently rushing to provide unhindered clearance
In frustration we analyze the double standards and fake media
Yet allow them free access to generate mass hysteria
How else can we master the art of hypocrisy?
Than by yielding in deference to all this duplicity
Double edged swords on which nations are maimed regardless
And the foregone conclusion that we only have permission to regress.
In growing numbers they walk passed my home till echos of refugees the world over haunt me.
~ Dedicated to the people of Syria now, the people of Palestine both past & present.... and indeed for all refugees the world over.
'You are not just a drop in the ocean. You are the mighty ocean in a drop.' ~ Rumi
Passed my home in a constant stream
Strong emotions resonate and team
Rushing in their hope to dream
Expectant faces that hide one scream
A nearby land they aim to soon reclaim
A wrong to be righted despite the blame
The parallels to another tribe are truly real
So how can I but an overwhelming sadness feel
When will we learn from this repeated mistake?
What will it take from this deep illusion to awake?
We are all one, yet we constantly divide
Our lives consistently shattered by pride
Which clan are you? To whom do you belong?
When will we realise that this is just wrong
United we stand, divided we fall
We repeat it blindly, yet in action we stall
A simple concept so hard to uphold
And so on a fool's errand we never find gold
Peace and security are words we use lightly
Whilst fear and despair shine ever more brightly
I want to stand tall and say as loud as I can
This earth is only ours but for a short span
So the sooner we learn to faithfully aspire
For causes whose aims are so much higher
The faster we will all truly see
That there is more to you and me
Than titles, names & what we do
One heart that beats for old and new
A united people who can finally achieve
A redeemed humanity in which we can believe
Written by Rula Zein-Iddin ~ (c) All Rights Reserved