Are You Alive, My Friend?

For Nasim

Are you alive, my friend

are you free, or in prison?

Do you have any food

to eat tonight

and do you have the strength left

to keep fighting the good fight

to keep standing up for what’s right

and are you alright…

are you okay?

I pray that you can call

or answer tomorrow

there’s so much to talk about

and there’s so much

that I want to say to you

but the last few phone calls

didn’t go through

and I just wish that I knew…

I just want the best

for you and your family

and I wish the entire world

could see

that even without bars

you have never been free

and it breaks my heart

that, realistically

they could lock you up

and throw away the key

or shoot you in the head

for protesting

non-violently…

or simply for existing

in this world

as a “military age”

Palestinian man

just trying to survive

is a crowded refugee camp.

 

 

Will you live to see

apartheid stumble

and the walls crumble

to the ground?

 

Will you live to see

the day

that you and your family

are no longer refugees?

 

Will you live to see

the sun rise

over a free Palestine?

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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