Tell Me America

This poem was written after coming back from a an appreciation gathering in downtown. There was alot more hate from the opposing side for an event that was supposed to be fun cheerful.

Tell me America,

How do you justify the tears of the little girl who watches her father die?

How do you justify the bombing of homes that innocent people once called their own?

How do you justify taking the life of every man, woman and child who gets in your way,

                Each knowing, that because of you, they will never again see the light of day.

Tell me America,

How do your judges justify the justice that isn’t being served?

How is your court room safe of the false accusations and the voices unheard?

How is that young boy being sentences to death to blame,

 for the actions committed by a man who is already dead in a crashed plane?

How do you know the silent school girl wearing a hijab is hold in an endless amount of pain.

 

Tell me America,

Do you know what it feels like to be stripped of your land?

To have your 50 stars replaced with one that does not represent you,

To have your soil dampened with the loss of human blood,

To never get the chance to bury your loved ones,

To not find a helping hand, or just someone who understood?

 

Tell me America,

Do you know peace?

Do you know love?

Do you know that there is someone watching you from above?

Do you know that every action you take, every move you make is being written down on an inerasable slate?

And when the day comes where you will stand in front of your superior,

You will know the pain of all the lives you waste.

 

Let me tell you America,

You may be the Unites States,

but Allah alone is the Mighty, the Great

Author's Note

only if you open your mind can you open your heart. then your eyes will see.