The Child in Time

Sun bright and hot
I have no clock
to count the hands of time,
the length of this war
Sun, why aren't you happy?
Is it because children are dying?
Sons and daughters of the earth,
of Palestine,
of the Muslim world?
Is it because ordinary people
are turned into martyrs
by bombs and airstrikes?
I sip green tea in a tranquil garden,
a calm sea of green
but I'm angry
Angry that another daughter has no father,
that they aren't being educated
to the tune of philosophy, poetry,
literature, political science and economics
There is no music in war unless
musicians are playing instruments
There is no you without me
Can't you see that?
Mothers cry for their sons
Stop, please stop
Make it stop
Children are crying
for the ethnic cleansing to stop
This morning all there is to see
is an avalanche of rubble
I left you standing there
Was it yesterday
Who knows how far you
have travelled by now
under a bright sun,
under a hot sun
Who knows when we
will meet again traveller,
child in time?
Just remember this
You are not the genocide
that the world
has forgotten about.