A Poem by Ujjagar

   Nation’s Lost

Learned men talk of the news

What’s happening away from their views

The things they don’t need to see

Because they’ve got their degrees

The rockets launched by a group

The marching of military boots

But not the bodies lying in the mosque

Hush Hush

Their voices cry

If we speak too loud They’ll pass us by

So we quietly whisper

I don’t think it was justified

There are too many children trapped inside

How long has this been going on

Why do they talk only to decry the violence of one side

Hush Hush

You’re being too loud the learned men say

The cameras will go away

Our shackles are rattling, roaring now we wonder how long will they drown them out

The stones children throw have prayers written within

But no learned men seem to have read the prayers or seen sin

HUSH HUSH

No

These learned men talk

And they talk so loud that we fear the world won’t be able to hear the planes and bombs

Won’t hear the cries of a mother losing their child

Won’t hear the howling kids who’ve lost limbs

Won’t hear the silence

The silence that screams loudest of all

The silence of a people killed off

A nation lost