By Waheeda Bi Khan
Cry not for the
Babies mass-baptised in molten homes.
Cry not for the
Chased civilians by lethal tanks or drones.
Cry not for the
Expelled, from homes for Western futuristic plans.
Cry not for the
Obliterated archives of history in olives and oils.
Cry not for the...
Pre-death-sterilized wombs with aimed shrapnel.
Cry not for the
Child like Hind Rajab, perforated with bullets.
Cry not for the
Mothers praying their children be titled martyrs.
Cry not for the
Fathers digging out mutilated children from the rubble.
Cry not for the
Sons carrying funerals of their butchered parents.
Cry not for the
Daughters left gullible to prowlers in burning tents.
Cry not for the
Wives watching their husbands blasted or maimed.
Cry not for the
Survivors collecting labelled limbs of bombed loved ones.
Cry not for the
Patient victims amputated without anaesthesia.
Cry not for the
Residents kidnapped and tortured in concentration camps.
Cry not for the
Incubator-newborns left behind in hijacked hospitals.
Cry not for the
Women compelled to protect dignity in infested linen.
Cry not for the
Children scavenging for food in concrete mounds.
Cry not for the
Paramedics and ambulances bombed with precision.
Cry not for the
Mentally handicapped encountered as seeming terrorists.
Cry not for the
Journalists burnt alive or their families massacred.
Cry not for the
Doctors abducted for not abandoning their wards.
Cry not for the
Live Hunger Games for seeking food and aid.
Cry not for the
Fires of hell on the birthplace of Jesus.
Cry not for the
Cities like Gaza razed down by Zionists.
Cry not for the
Fires of hell on the land of Jerusalem.
Just wake up…
Wake up to raise a cry – for the
Fascists paving way to their vast estates of fuel.
Raise a cry for the
Supposed world leaders slithering on venomous media.
Raise a cry for the
Modernised, retracing path to the Neanderthal.
Raise a cry for the
Citizens blinded by imperialist intelligence and faiths.
Raise a cry for the
Inhuman sloths soaked in the luxury of blood money.
Raise a cry for the global community
Who have once again failed the test of the Almighty and humanity.
While the ones harvested in these fiery tests
Emerge with flying colours for
The finest eternal mansions of highest heaven.
May the heartless read this and grow a heart for those in pain <3
Such a lovely read, and deserves a lot more recognition 🖤✨️
Waheeda, your verses pierce the conscience, unmasking silent complicity, and transforming grief into a sacred summons for justice and awakened humanity. Each line feels like a lament carved in fire—holding truth accountable while honoring the dignity of the broken and betrayed. You’ve turned raw anguish into an immortal testimony that compels hearts to rise beyond borders, politics, and apathy, etching courage into the eternal ledger of human and divine memory. This is more than poetry—it is a witness, a warning, and a rallying cry for all who dare to listen.
Superbly written.
Heart touching lines
This is amazing so well penned and every word is so powerful.
This poem brought out the hardships, the blood, sweat, and tears of those who’ve been suffering and surviving the Gaza wars. Very well-worded poem! 👏
This hit harder than I was ready for. Every line feels like a punch to the gut.. raw, real, and heartbreakingly true.. It’s not just a poem, it’s a cry for humanity…. Thank you for putting into words what so many are too numb or afraid to say.