A Funeral Massacre

Marhbaan, Kazhar 'Akhbar

 

Breaking news

 

A Yemen Funeral Raid launched by Saudi Arabia airplanes kills 140 mourners

 

A war that’s been going on for years now with a death count of 10 thousand already; has no media coverage

 

Yemen, the poorest country in the middle east is on the brink of starvation, but you didn’t know that did you?

 

You didn’t know the U.N has let Saudi Arabia's war crimes go unpunished

 

That a country that relies on buying food from abroad, has a naval blockade around its borders

 

You didn’t know did you? But  I didn’t know either

 

I was too busy proclaiming lady liberty was a sister of mine.

 

Too busy pledging to freedom, lying about the holiness that is democracy,  as if being democratic makes you more worth saving

 

Too concerned about how american I really am

 

Too see that they’re are people struggling, not american people, not yemeni people, but people

Struggling

 

And the U.N will not take action  

 

Let them bomb themselves into oblivion

 

How could a brown country ever be our obligation?

 

The dead don’t need hospitals, so let them burn

 

Ten days into october: body count three hundred and seventy nine

 

We don’t even know their names! Tell me you know how they died

 

Because I don’t

 

I just know the numbers but none of their names... don’t they deserve their own stories

 

Or are we meant to become numb to the violence?

 

By now 200 thousand refugees have nowhere to go

 

The U.S  does not take kindly to immigrants, don’t take it too personal

 

It isn’t about humanity. It’s about politics .

 

So leave your blood soaked clothes at the door,  leave your native tongue at the border

 

Leave anything that looks like bloody knees praying to Allah in the evening at home

 

Wherever that is for you now

 

Never Mind bodies that look too much like home surrounding you, like brother, like sister,  close your eyes to the rubble

 

Let mosque loudspeakers sing you holy verses of mourning

 

Let Your grief be angry

 

As your people protest in the street, may you demand justice

 

la eadl lla salam! ( La-hajelious salamon)  379 killed with no investigation!

 

Body parts of a holy people propelled onto car's, house’s,  and into Nada’s, a high school girl’s window…

 

You could call it a humanitarian crisis but there’s nothing human about the violence

 

Nothing fulfilling about a life lost, or a stomach gone hungry

 

This is the new reality and warm bodies have no place in the cold. Warm bodies have no place in the fire. Cold bodies no longer have place at a funeral.

 

Forget about a life after, how could a soul ever be safe after this?

 

Don’t mind the smoke billowing up like clouds

 

The children that are  playing hide and seek in the rubble

If it makes you more sympathetic you can imagine their skin as red white and blue

 

Imagine their faces are your childrens

 

Imagine their cries as your national anthem anything!

 

Anything, anything at all for you to know that on october tenth 2016 a Yemen funeral raid was launched on a hundred and forty members.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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