A Promise to My Land (A Poem)
To the world blind to the “live manslaughter,” here is my message to you all. This poem is dedicated to the Holy Land — Palestine.
By Areeba Ashrafi
A blind world that can not see,
A crying child that can not flee.
A mother holding her newborn child,
filled with dirt, blood and grime,
she stares at his face for hours long
that face she had awaited for nine months long.
A pleading mother raising her hands
and asking for mercy and help.
Oh, blind world! Do you not see?
A crying child that can not flee?
A grandmother sitting on her land
and holding a promise to her motherland
She is determined — SHE WILL NOT FLEE!
Oh, Blind world! Why can’t you see?
I made a promise to my motherland.
This pact is strong and shall not break
You try hard as your leaders state
So, here’s my message to the oppressing state —
THIS LAND IS MINE, AND I AM HERE TO STAY!
Premise of the Poem:
Before you jump with negativity in comments, I want to state. I am not against any religion, but I can not and WILL NOT stay silent when newborns are killed inside their mother’s bellies and families are brutally eradicated from the face of the earth.
Copyright: Areeba Ashrafi
Disclaimer: Every poem published on my medium blog is original. Reposting without credits is not allowed.
About the Author
Areeba Ashrafi
Describing life experiences in raw words. Connect with me through Instagram.
Remember — Love & Kindness can shape the world around you and heal the person within you.
Meet you at the other end.
