Do Not Ask For Her Identity
This poem is for the contest of genocide, Speak for the lost, I am not entering to win as they have chosen only five genocides to be written about. I am entering this for them to know currently a genocide is happening and we are all silent then what is the point of going back to time while we cannot anything about recent genocide?
Dedicated to all of the kids in Kobane of Kurdistan who are suffering from ISIS attacks and genocide at the moment while the world is watching!!!
Don't ask for her identity
If you see a little girl
with her eyes full of tears.
She must be a kurdish child of Kubani
Or she might be from Shangal!
Don't ask for her identity
Don't ask why her heart is full of fears.
Don't ask for her identity
If you see a little girl with faded hopes
Know that in middle of her dreams
She was awakened by the sound of gun firings.
To escape the rockets
She would fly if she had wings.
Don't ask for her identity
If you see a little girl
didn't act like a child
If you see a little kid with a frown.
She is deprived of a normal childhood
By the fear of ISIS
Trying to take over her childhood,
Trying to take over her town.
Don't ask for her identity,
Just be silent like the rest of the world.
Even when you see her blood in the streets,
Like the world leaders
Be a coward
And don't say a word.
Goran Rahim
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