To the last Arabian

 By Dina Elkady

He kissed his mother’s face

Asked her not to wear black

Not to weep if he didn’t come back

And as he walk through

She already knew.

And with every ray of the sun

Hundreds like him are gone.

From the holy mosque

The wind blew scent of death

Along with a child’s last laughter

And a widowed woman’s kiss

The scent is strong and clear

Whispering a brave martyr’s breath

Every day Arabs are dying

Every day my people are buried

Under a Palestinian old tree,

Beneath a debris

And everyone said his or her word,

Everyone said I agree

Let them die silently

And put in the coffin

A peace process guarantee

I see blood everywhere

On my hands

On your hands

I see how weak I’m, how bland

Bluntly I stand

Saying farewell to my home, my dignity, and my land

Bluntly I stand

Watching the vanishing of Palestine sacred sand

I bow, sincerely

I bow for you my people

For sitting in the audience row

For being part of the show

I bow, for every moment

of grief we refused to know

For every day we ignored to say no.

For every night we went to sleep

Leaving our children in fear and woe.

I watch like you, like everyone my people

Paralyzed and in shame

And I can’t even cry

My tears are angry and my sadness is lame

I ask myself who am I

A disgraced Arabian that’s what I became

Who am I?

A coward by no other name

Who am I?

I’m just a fake claim

I die every moment, more than once in a day

Under my own siege of silence

For all my people I let down

For my entire race I mourn in dismay

What can I say….

What can I say????

Words have no meaning

They die slowly

Before I dare to pray…!