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