I wish I could do more.
I sit and cry out my heart
I’ll bow down and pray with all I have
I shall stand and make my voice heard.
But still I wish I could do more.
I will help out where I can.
Yet my heart bleeds for I cannot do more.
I cannot bear to watch the violence
I cannot stand the blood.
I do not want any more numbers going up the death toll.
500+ and the number keeps rising
To many, they are just body counts
To the rest they are family
They are friends
They are students
They are children
They are human.
And in the streets flow blood
And in the rubble lay my people.
And as much as the world is silent.
I want to speak out as loud as I can.
I want to do more.
Until I am able to do that.
I write here
In appeal to your hearts
Raise your voices
Raise your hands in prayers.
For my people of Ghouta
For my family in Palestine
For my friends in Yemen
For my loved ones in Somalia
For everyone in pain and suffering
Raise them so that they can be heard.