You cry for Gaza, but Sudan thirsts
in a famine.
The bloodshed in Yemen
cries to the heavens, but you said nothing
as starvation ravages Africa.
Knowing you, you don’t plan to.
Assad gassed one million civilians to death.
But who marched in the streets for them?
Certainly not you.
Or you.
Or you.
Neither did you.
Terrorists slaughtered innocent Israelis
and you don’t cry for them.
No, you imply it’s their fault.
A blockade, an open-air prison, you say.
But spilling life costs generations
of hatred taught through lessons learned
in migration to a land from which they fled.
In God’s name, their blood screams
for vengeance but finds blame-shifting
from politicians to you at home,
chilling on your couch with your textbooks
that tell you what to think, how to think,
and we’ve only got us to thank.