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
~ Dedicated to the People of Palestine & the Children of Gaza ~
My heart aches
A nightmare déjà vu
It could so easily have been us
Blood soaked bodies
Dust drenched hair
Wild eyed despair
Crushed olive trees
Smoke, fire, gas, flames
Destruction is so simple
Havoc comes far too easily
Above the law.
A carte blanche issued at the highest levels
God? Karma? Leaders?
Me? You? Them?
All turn a blind eye
A nation forgotten
Sweep them under the carpet
Hope they’ll wither and die
But they will not
They are your conscience
Their screams tear at your soul
They will haunt your dreams
Those innocent children
Those new born babes
They have no future
Because you were silent
Kid yourself not
The least you can do is use your voice
There are no excuses
With enough voices we will be heard
We must be heard
In a world of insanity, greed & corruption
Those with a conscience must speak up
For if we do not
Then who will?
If we cannot
Then who can?
The silence is deafening
And so it goes on
The bombs rain down
A living hell on earth
And for what?
Manipulation at best
Murder most savage at least
May they be haunted in their dreams
And with every breath they take
For he who steals the lives of innocent children
Deserves their life to be a living hell
And may their hereafter be nothing less.
(c) Rula Zein-Iddin
Sixty Four Years
Full of blood stained tears
People who lived in fear
Painful memories that sear
How is it they endure?
Patiently awaiting a "cure"?
How can a nation live in hope?
How do they even cope?
Daily they live in resistance
Constantly showing persistence
Brave souls that have passed
Others for months did fast
Never losing sight
Of their clear legal right
A belief held so strong
A 64 year old wrong
People forever unite
In this steadfast nation’s plight
Dreams of living proud and free
To their homes, they still carry the key
A hope to which they aspire
A reality that will transpire
~ By Rula Zein-Iddin
A small poem I wrote this morning. Dedicated to all the Martyrs of Palestine who died so others could live proud and free.