Why Are You Silent?

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It is in this direction you refuse to look
As if doing so would alter your faith in “hope” and “change”
As if standing up for the oppressed is something as simple as “choosing sides”
As if speaking up for the murdered would threaten your “political outlook”

It is here, amidst these ruins of dead children
You dare to even shed a tear
As if mourning for Arab 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.”

It is here, where Palestine 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 don’t 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

~Broken Mystic~

Lover and Beloved

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One night, Lover met with Beloved
Face to face in the lonely Garden
So tired of words and concealing secrets
Their hearts pleading: “Draw me closer, Soul Twin”

But Silence is like a rare gemstone
It glistens with expression
Yet remains shy and mute

Those who can hear
Listen for the Secret flute
Softly humming with a soothing ocean

Lover says: Deep in your Heart, Beloved
You stir up a Love potion
That paints the world in color

Somewhere, you utter romantic phrases
You are too humble and kind
Please know that you are the cause of this art

Beloved holds Lover’s gaze
And says: You are my immortal life
My body, my soul, the passion drummer of my heart

Persian santour and Punjabi Love strings
The music that assembles in celebration
Of impassioned Romance ascending on Heaven’s wings

Lover is intoxicated with Beloved
And says: You are my pulse
The blood flowing in my veins, my creed
The spirit dancer of my Being

Set foolish labels ablaze, They plead
There is no “male” or “female”
There is no dominant or subordinate

There is no law or chain of command
There is only madness
This language only Romantics understand

Lover whispers: You say I am beautiful
But in reality, I am a mirror
And you are the Sun radiating in endless splendor

I merely reflect your beauty
Everything your eyes see is your own
It’s all a part of you, even this poetry

~Broken Mystic~