Poems Like This

What kind of heart is it That cannot feel pain Knowing 12 year old life Should not just end in vain? What heart would not be moved That could witness a man Knowing he cant stop bullets Doing all that he can To save his young soldier But despite all his best Cannot stop the bullets From ripping his chest Not an army around Not a weapon at all Only concrete and mortar Pinned like mice on a wall Like a black and white movie With a theme of sheer violence Where you see victims scream But you only hear silence Not a savior around And no way to defend Who is part of your blood From a murderous end Did you stop to imagine If that father was you With your son clinging tightly Not a thing could you do? Do you think you would pray To Allah the Most High Or would you only muster The strength to ask why

Why your brethren abroad Who claim hold you so dear Seem to not pay attention Or perhaps they cant hear? Not until there is crisis And spilling of blood Does the world seem to notice Feelings rise like a flood We then stir up in protest And write poems like this Is it not very clear That theres something amiss? When we fight with each other And just point and accuse While our enemies continue To freely abuse Our brethren in Quds In Kashmirs and Sheeshaans In too many places In so many lands There are others like Ramy Indeed by the score And until we awaken There will surely be more It will take more than sorrow To change our condition Until we commit Ourselves to the mission The legacy left By the prophets of old Including Muhammad Of whom we are told Would never abandon His hurt Muslim brother To leave him alone

For his enemies to smother Can there be any wonder Why so much is awry If we sit back and witness Another child die? When we lose a young Ramy May Allah grant him Bliss It cannot be enough To write poems like this AQ