A POEM ABOUT GENOCIDE
By: Deeby Jaaber
Trying to find the language to articulate the pain
I feel on a daily basis is enough to drive one clinically insane
I mean literally and figuratively I feel physically constrained
like a lynching I just hang upon one concept constantly whipping in my brain
How is it we maintain the amount of anger it requires
to deem a human being subservient n therefore chained to your desires
It is this misplaced hate that is the flame within the fire
engulfing our existence until what remains of us expires
Where do we get the nerve to look away as millions die
when every channel turned its genocide after genocide
My brothers in Iraq some killers others the victimized
Sunni, Shi’a, both witnessed the demise of men, women, and children’s lives
And then Islam is vilified. But who’s dying in Kabul, who’s dying in Darfur?
and it is by no coincidence that the majority of them are poor
With these horribly tragic wars, is it progress we’re asking for?
and if money is the root of all evil, then why do we ask for more?
More than politics or economics perhaps its greed that feeds the process
that keeps the powerful keeping the progress of the powerless from being accomplished
Crooks with a corrupt sense of entitlement, I’m incensed by the sight of them
so like an engineer of enlightenment, I’ve been sent to rewire them
This is question and answer my friends I have to ask
if we cannot learn how to solve our problems, what then is the aftermath?
I’m dealing in arithmetic b/c there’s a science to civility
the mission is to kill our division I’ll be supplying u the artillery
Replace the stones with stability see the playing field isn’t fair
we want peace in Palestine well its time for the pen and a prayer
Not a dollar and a dream its the deen that has the means to stop us
from spending a million dollars on vegas’ strip, instead of using it to rebuild Gaza’s
I hear the whimpers, of Somali children orphaned by the sword of their tormenters
and see the grimace on young Chechens face who’s hearts are as cold as Siberian winters
Can u taste the bitter defeat from the loss of lives in this struggle
or smell the stench of spirits deceased as it rises from the rubble
That’s five senses I’ve run thru if I could touch the pulse of the planet
diagnosis, end close, now are u focused or u panicked?
Sense number six, see this involves intuition
n I say no matter how far we fall we will always end up lifting
B/c how can u hold something down that has no top or bottom
rather is the middle ground so we say loud Allahu Alam
Allahu Akbar it should all just work out fine
but if we know that it is borrowed is the quarreling worth our time?
Whether Sufi or Tabliqi, in a kufi or dashiki
I am one w/ my brother.. this Umma is what completes me
Why’s the obvious so often debated, I have to much love to be caught up in hatred
making a call for patience, until u realize we are all related
So many hang ups and schisms regarding race and religion
we lose sight of all the blessings in the grace we’ve been given
Over 6 billion waiting at the gates of redemption
are u in or are u out? let’s pray we make the right decision
END GAME