With death and destruction all around us,
I find it hard to use words
to put into a picture
the videos and evidence
we are seeing
every day,
of dying mothers,
pregnant women,
and their babies.
I find it hard to use words
to describe such an image
of Cousins, Fathers, Brothers, Uncles, Grandfathers,
Mothers, Sisters, Aunts and Grandmothers,
all wondering
"will my family survive?"
all crying out in unison
"Stop our Genocide!"
to anyone who will listen
or see
what is happening
to the People
of Palestine.
My heart breaks - bleeding dry,
daily, hourly, by minute, by second,
with every dead body,
every crying baby,
every childless parent,
every hospital bombed,
every school demolished,
every home invade.
And my heart breaks,
every day,
at the site and sound of apathy,
passivity,
and carelessness,
for those around the world,
and for those right here besides us -
for ourselves,
and for those who are suffering
every day -
my heart breaks,
at the silence
the resounding, penetrating, deafening,
silence of those who are unwilling
to stand up
speak out,
and fight for liberation.
Our hearts break in unison,
mine,
yours,
and the Palestinians'
bones
buildings
boundaries
break
with our broken hearts.
The time has come,
for our daily-broken-hearts
to be healed
in revolution.
And for the State of Israel
to be broken
torn apart
and washed away
with our woes, sadness, and fear.