The Wailing Strip Poem by Mohamedkhadar Yussuf

I know of a strip whose atmosphere knows no tranquility

I know of children whose next moment greets them with no parents

I know of a strip whose women's daily order is wailing and weeping

I know of a strip whose men's backs are pierced by pain - the pain of carrying, bathing and burying their dead loved ones

I know of a strip whose doctors and nurses and volunteers know no sleep

I know of a strip whose blood is flowing like the Nile River

I know of a strip deafened by the sound of bombs and bazookas

I know of a strip cut short of electricity by missiles and bullets

I know of a strip cut short of water by the gruesome atrocity of 'the most moral army in the world' (sic!)

I know of a strip whose mosque-calls are punctuated by the sound of bombs

I know of a strip whose wailing is watched by a heartless world

I know of a strip whose next moment is always horror and terror

I know of a strip … a strip … a strip … *cries* … whose …. *cries* … the pen falls! L



Israel miyeye ii dhehen, risqiga Alle haka xiro

Sun meley ka yiimd an la sal gari karin sabab Alle haogadhigo

Sodon sodon Alle hau silciyo oo sinjigodo lugu tanasuula

Nentanyahuga hogamimayo narta Alle haku nageyo

Nacalad haku dhacdo oo naxarista Eebe nafar kama'arko!

#FreeGaza #FreePalestine

— May