a poem for palestine

I am grieving right now

and right now the world feels dark.

Gaza has no more hospitals

there is no hope it would seem

for healing.

How can there be healing?

How can there be justice?

When

you have destroyed

all of the hospitals?

What more must you do?

How many more must die?

How much more can you desire to humiliate and obliterate?

Where will your evil cease? When?

Will it?

Will it?

How could you

destroy

all the hospitals?

In the summer of 2020

we screamed

no justice, no peace

over and over and over again

and it’s been almost 4 years now

and there is weeping all across the universe

as the silent screams

are felt in our chests,

a vibration in the back of the throat.

But it is inaudible.

We all are watching

silently

on screens

as the people we are one with

cease to exist.

The ones we have coexisted with,

the ones who entered this reality same as we did

are no more.

Would you have counted their lives as waste?

Would you have considered yourself a deserter

for not intervening?

But what would you do,

what could you do?

We say nothing,

over and over again.

We say how distant we are from the conflict, and that there is nothing we can do.

But is there?

Is there something we could have done?

Journalists have been martyred.

Journalists have had funerals in Gaza amidst the terror of what is going on.

Journalists have attended the funerals of other journalists in Gaza and then continued on reporting.

Is there an end to this hell?

Is there an end to this hell?

There will never be justice while humans seek to destroy.

There will never be peace when you seek to attain it by murdering another.

To watch and know we are so satellite, so separate, so removed.

There is still no peace even so far away because truly,

we are so close.

We are one

and they are destroying our fellow humans.

Make it stop

please

make it stop.

All of the hospitals are gone.