Why?

a poem for my grief on Palestine

Why?

Because this world is passing words,

Ones which I can no longer form,

And you are the poem 

Why?

Because I see your faces in every place, in the trees, in the breeze

your screams in every sound, and grief in every tear

Why?

Because you dare to be planted in the same earth you grew from

Because fire spreads. 

Burnt wood breaks. 

Timber scorches the earth as you freeze

Why?

Because for the stars that night held, I could have mistaken for the martyred children

The children pray for their martyred parents 

And the parents wish to join their children

& I found God in the ruins of your homes 

Why?

Because the shame of writing this consumes me as I have not freed you doves from the cage guarded by evil.