Draped sisters are dying
Half a world away
They are prostituting themselves
And they are burning
And selling their history
For food
And life.
I dared to think that
Only if someone had nothing left to loose would they fight
And my sisters are whoring themselves
To live another day
While the man holds the gun
To their heads
And their daughter's head…
At what point does rage overrun the fear?
Broken spirits don't know
How to fight,
When everyone feels alone
In a crowd.
There is another that knows my guilt
And in this bitter sadness
I have found I am not alone
In feeling guilty
For living here
When my sisters
Are dying there.
There is no difference
Between me and her,
We are both trapped
In a cruel world
And long for something better
Than where we are
In a place where fear
Is greater than love
Has courage to act.
God,
Allah,
Goddess
Help us to find the missing part of our heart
Which would make us rise
Here and there
To risk what little comfort we have
To demand respect and accountability
From without and within
A world we can all live with.
My sisters here
My sisters there
Are whoring, enduring rape, and dying,
To maintain the status quo.
Wake and stir your heart
And let our hearts
Sleep philisopically no more
No more speaking
Or waxing and waining
Act,
Because our sisters
And mothers and daughters
Are dying from our inaction and apathy…
Brothers and sisters please
I beg you
Let it go on
No more…
No more…
No more…
