You are hanging on by a thread
I see you burning
I hear you crying
I try to reach out to you, touch you, comfort you
But my wrists are slapped by those who keep you in hell
Keep you wailing, in pain and suffering
Keep you in tears, sorrow and destiny buffering
Taking you out one by one
Fathers wiping the eyes of lifeless you,
Mothers, lifeless, birthing in to you the life for which will be taken in the makeshift space soon to be rained on with heavy artillery hell fire, leaving dust behind.
Dust is the way you were covered when I saw you last,
Barely recognizable, barely breathing. Just dust, your clothes, nostrils, eyelids, just dust
but you are not just dust, you are my river, my sea,
You are the soil and the fruit of the land that must be preserved
Min alma' 'iilaa alma' we call out to you to stay,
We reach out to you, please stay

I wonder how silent it must sound, the silence that comes after the storm, the silence of lifeless yous, taken away too soon, occupied and displaced in your own land. I wonder if it is quiet. I wonder if the cry’s of children afraid and alone holding tightly to the hands of their own who won’t let go, who can’t let go, who didn’t want to let go but have let go because their souls too have been displaced.

We are fighting for you, we are fighting for you, this fight, this painful fight that we must fight, the whole world should fight yet it seems like this fight is a fight against the whole world but why should it be you ask, we are only asking to be free you say.

And I reach out, I see you, we hear you we will never forget you, I can never forgot you, no one should ever forget you, ya Allah