Ashes to Ashes, like a phoenix we are reborn

Ashes to Ashes, like a phoenix we are reborn

A poem by Nadine Yaghi

 

Standing at the edge of the rubble

I dream of a place where there is no struggle.

I dream of a life where I do not have to suffer.

My eyes are colourblind except for the shade of red

And my words are failing me except for the tears I shed

My limbs do not carry me anymore.

They are amputated.

What have I done?

To deserve being annihilated

I call out for my mother Gaza, but my voice turns into an echo

That travels beyond the realms of tombs that turned into a ghetto.

Abandoned even by the forces of nature.

For no human nor creature is safe from danger

A white cloak of death wraps around my burnt skin

That was once perfect but now is all brittle and thin

Yesterday seems like a dream

Where life was life and death was a natural theme

Today death is the conqueror and our white and blue oppressors

Bask in the glory of their demonic pleasures

Tomorrow is supposed to be another story but will tomorrow be even present?

To lift us to the skies as martyrs and free us from our depression

I look around me and all I see is destruction

Even the smell of the sea is mourning our extinction

Can anybody hear me or has the world gone deaf?

For I am still breathing

but time Is ticking as a bomb inside my chest

Yet I still rise as a phoenix from the ashes

And shout aloud as the wishes in my heart clashes

As the genocide continues and amplifies

Presidents sit still in their chairs,

contributing to the ethnic cleansing with their supplies

They say ashes to ashes and dust to dust

But every day as we endure and trust In god

for humanity has failed, and all the little souls have gone to waste

We are not just flesh and bones, we are superhumans

Created on earth for absolution.

So together we pray for peace and glory

We are not just numbers, we are holy.

Falsteen is our collective name, we are not nameless

Shame on all of them with their cowardly faces.

Falsteen is our identity and forever it shall be

Even if we end up buried beneath the sea

For the earth is weeping from the massive massacre

And can no longer contain our dismantled parts  that plea to our ambassadors

Falsteen is a talisman that holds the key to return

Together we can rise and yearn

For better days to come and wash up all this pain

Together we can stand up and finally break the chain