The following is something I wrote 5 years ago, around the Israeli invasion of the West Bank in 2002. Reflecting on the disaster in GAZA I just had to say the words to myself again…
They got you “Mute”,
the “how” and the “why” are loads of theories
you can’t choose from,
but you sense it mute along with the rest of you.
Saddened by your state, you bleed silently from within,
your wounds are growing and you sense more of the pain, the pain of despair.
You cling to hope yet when you give it another thought you know that hope is not the next thing in line.
Hope is there for you to survive and who says you can’t?
The expectations of a better tomorrow become dreams with no vision;
since you think you have no control…then again you are on mute.
Proud of others down in the line of fire,
is all that you think you can do who does this help? Only you.
You do care, you care so much to the degree of despair
But what more do you need to see, to happen
for you to scream, to rebel to finally act and be LOUD?
Are you that “Mute”?