I write this all shook up. I am reblogging a poem I wrote in July for the people suffering In Gaza and elsewhere at the hands of war. And at the end, I asked people what they would do if they had to go through a similar situation. When those children were killed in Peshawar, 10 days ago on the 16th of December, I came back to these words. I wish I had not asked this question. As if keeping such thoughts at bay somehow stops them from coming to life. Because war did come to us. Before that it was either someone else’s war, or it was hidden beneath denial or ignorance. They attacked our souls. I can’t help but ask again:
WHAT WILL WE DO?
What would the dolphins do?
If the eagles invaded their waters
And flew in with fire-powered wings
Would the dolphin tails transform into swords,
Pierce the winged invaders and rejoice over a sip of blood?
Or would they submit to deadly waters frightful of the slightest ripple?
Or swim to safer shores leaving a red ocean behind?
What would the rabbits do?
If the scorpions marched from their parched abodes
Into the rabbits’ humble holes
Clawing at their hearts, clambering to conquer
Would the rabbits use poison infested insects to disarm the enemy?
Or would they lick away the agony, making way for more?
Or hop to greener pastures?
What would the chimpanzees do?
If the crocodiles shredded the trees with their spiked tails
Would the chimpanzees maul the reptiles with thorn-clad fists?
Or would they die a million deaths before leaving their home?
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