"ummah" poems - Hello Poetry

There is this place It’s called Palestine It used to be pretty And peaceful and lively The people lived as they do Everywhere else. Then there came to be this place It’s called Israel Which is basically Palestine But mercilessly occupied It attacked Palestine And took over most of its land. So now in Palestine Or what’s left of it Where there used to be quaint houses There’s just a lot of rubble With broken and burnt doors, utensils and limbs Jutting out from underneath. Where there used to be bright smiles That could light up the world There now are tears, burn marks and bloodied cuts That can rend any human heart Except those that are not human. It is a war, not between states Not between races, nor between fates Nay, this is a bigger war, one of faith At least, that is how it started But now, it is between human and non-human. Tell me, please Is it human to **** innocent people For the sake of self, and the sake of hate? Is it human then also, to remain quiet And watch such tyranny be? It must also be human, to point guns at 4 year olds. And by this definition, Humans of this world, humans that feel Are not humans at all, because they care And those that don’t, well They’re humans at their prime The most evolved of them all. Israel, I salute you, a salute full of mock At your utter humanity, and benevolence Your bombs when they land With the cheers of your people, And your guns when they point At 4-year old terrorists; surely they can **** Palestine, I stand with you, sincerely Your children, your people, your land and your peace Are my children, my people, my land and my peace Their bombs when they land, make my prayers fiercer Their guns when they shoot, make my eyes water But know this, Palestinians, we are one. So when they shoot you, I bleed And when they bomb you, I ache When they hurt you, I feel the pain And when you cry for help, I pray We are blood, we are one body We are the Ummah, we will rise. Until then we pray, we pray and we try Dear Palestine, stay strong, stay firm… Help shall come, in ways unimaginable *Do not weaken, and do not grieve You will overcome them, if you are true believers* Allah has promised, and His promise he upholds. ~Moniba.

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC

theunfeelinghuman

Palestine, Oh Palestine

There is this place It’s called Palestine It used to be pretty And peaceful and lively The people lived as they do Everywhere else. Then there came to be this place It’s called Israel Which is basically Palestine But mercilessly occupied It attacked Palestine And took over most of its land. So now in Palestine Or what’s left of it Where there used to be quaint houses There’s just a lot of rubble With broken and burnt doors, utensils and limbs Jutting out from underneath. Where there used to be bright smiles That could light up the world There now are tears, burn marks and bloodied cuts That can rend any human heart Except those that are not human. It is a war, not between states Not between races, nor between fates Nay, this is a bigger war, one of faith At least, that is how it started But now, it is between human and non-human. Tell me, please Is it human to **** innocent people For the sake of self, and the sake of hate? Is it human then also, to remain quiet And watch such tyranny be? It must also be human, to point guns at 4 year olds. And by this definition, Humans of this world, humans that feel Are not humans at all, because they care And those that don’t, well They’re humans at their prime The most evolved of them all. Israel, I salute you, a salute full of mock At your utter humanity, and benevolence Your bombs when they land With the cheers of your people, And your guns when they point At 4-year old terrorists; surely they can **** Palestine, I stand with you, sincerely Your children, your people, your land and your peace Are my children, my people, my land and my peace Their bombs when they land, make my prayers fiercer Their guns when they shoot, make my eyes water But know this, Palestinians, we are one. So when they shoot you, I bleed And when they bomb you, I ache When they hurt you, I feel the pain And when you cry for help, I pray We are blood, we are one body We are the Ummah, we will rise. Until then we pray, we pray and we try Dear Palestine, stay strong, stay firm… Help shall come, in ways unimaginable *Do not weaken, and do not grieve You will overcome them, if you are true believers* Allah has promised, and His promise he upholds. ~Moniba.