A day will certainly come,
As sure as we breathe.
When our creator will ask of us,
What we did to aid the oppressed?
On that day,
As surely as who created you,
Created me too.
It will not only be about religion,
But also about humanity.
When carefully planned and organised jets,
To bomb populated refugee camps,
Schools and apartment blocks.
At a defenceless opposition,
Without an air force or navi,
Heavy weapons and artillery,
Command or armour.
That's not a war, that's never a war!
It's a total cold blooded massacre!
As a woman shot in the stomach,
Gives birth to a cold blue baby.
And a world across oceans changes
Channel turning into the next world cup champion.
It was never about taking sides,
Israel vs Palestine!
There is a truth,
To which we must remove the blindfold of ignorance.
Searching for a voice of right
Amongst the crisis of pain, hatred and anger.
The sign in a city,
Where there is too much to see.
Finding peace amongst people who are not ours
Because I see hypocrisy of nations,
Who stand for human rights
But only when the human shares a matching ideology.
I see hypocrisy amongst media,
Where a million wounds and shades of blood,
Are inked into black and white letters.
Today I read, "An Israelian was killed whilst a dozen of Palestinians died."
They turned humans into numbers,
They couldn't possibly desensitize it any further.
I mean look at the verbs in which they phrased that.
I see hypocrisy amongst Muslims,
Who stand equal and united.
Yet they too turns back
When the interest is not beneficial
And the pitiful nation falls divided.
Whether it is prayer,
A striker, a boycott or vigil,
A protest or petition,
Maybe even a donation.
There's a thousand way to help,
But very few who do.
So what did you do?
Was it out of sight, out of mind for you?