It is in this direction you refuse to look
As if doing so would alter your faith in “hope†and “changeâ€
As if standing up for the oppressed is something as simple as “choosing sidesâ€
As if speaking up for the murdered would threaten your “political outlookâ€
It is here, amidst these ruins of dead children
You dare to even shed a tear
As if mourning for shia blood were forbidden
As if flags could dictate what hearts should feel
It is here, where blood is on the inside and outside
You sit at your desks and dinner tables
Arguing and debating like a bunch of fools and cowards
Over the meaning of “genocide.â€
It is here, where Pakistan is crying and bleeding
She asks: What have my children done to you
To cause this reclusive silence?
How much louder do they need to keep screaming?
What did they do to you to make you shut your mouth?!
What did they do to you to make you close your eyes?!
What did they do to you to make you cover your ears?!
What did they do to you to make you ignore their desperate cries?!
What did they do to you to make you get so offended
When all someone did was beg you to speak for them?!
What did they do to you to make you so blind
From realizing this atrocity needs to be condemned?!
Yes, with all this blood and death
I see you look the other way
With all this murder and madness
I see you turn and walk away
Not your concern, not your child
Carry on with your everyday life
Someone else’s problem, someone else’s job
Not your war, not your strife
Yes, with all this terror, all this wailing
All you can say is I’m not educated enough
Or I dont know the history
As if that had anything to do with human empathy
Yes, with all this bloodshed and slaughter
You remain oblivious to how many lives it took
With all this horror and mayhem
It is in this direction you refuse to look
Note : I found this online and did little changes hope the writer wont mind.
