Gaza
A warren of tunnels and death and tears
A place at which half the world sneers
I looked at what was once my home
But is now rubble, forcing me to roam
I have nothing but the clothes on my back
And terrible memories in my heart’s “Nightmare Rack.”
Under this rubble, all my family is asleep
Bricks and bodies lying in one bloody heap
They say it is my fault, in my hand
They say, “Why don’t you leave your land?”
But I say, “Death will come anyway; I don’t care.”
I shall stay where I am, and that is rightfully fair
Why should a person leave what he owns and loves?
They talk about rights as if they were white doves
What irony, for this comes from hands smeared with blood
Hands known for turning bodies into chewed cud
We have no choice other than resistance
For no one cares enough to give assistance
And if you ask, yes, we are stressed
But we are still not depressed
So let us fight! We have no choice
Launch rockets and raise our voice
Watch the horizon shake with smoke and fire
Bombs blast on us, blood, mud and mire
We shall fight! And call the Ummah for help
Why should they treat us as if we are seaweed and kelp?
I hope that your help will not be long in coming
And that you will be boycotting, funding, or even fighting
But! No one shall call Gaza a sitting duck
For it has rockets, courage and pluck
Why should you, O Muslims, abandon your siblings?
Alas! Did you not hear the Golden Dome calling?
Al-Aqsa’s gasps, with all its pillars shaking
As the dogs tear and rip God’s wording
Did it have to be so, O Muslim youth?
Did you have to be so far from the truth?
And abandon your brothers with such haste
As if what Israel does is more to your taste
You have disappointed us, but not any more
Perhaps now you will remember us and roar
“The Muslim lion has come out of his den
He has woken up, never to sleep again.”
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