My Bleeding Heart

My heart bleeds,

And it feels their pain. 

I’m a mother too, 

Holding my new babe. 

I can feel their cries,

As they wittle away. 

They’re across the ocean, 

Terrorists, they say. 

But they are mom and dads,

Holding bits of their kids

After they have been bombed. 

They’re starving, 

Holding their frail newborns. 

We shouldn’t care,

That’s what the media says. 

But all I see is a human, 

Living in a world so inhumane. 

Don’t speak up about Gaza,

It’s a war, they say. 

Hamas started it. 

It’s a war, they say.

But it’s not a war, 

When it’s children, they slaughter. 

Open your eyes, 

Scream so loud, 

Because my brothers and sisters in Gaza,

Are people, too. 

They deserve food and school. 

They deserve to watch their children grow.
To stop holding bundles of mangled bodies. 

My heart bleeds,

I see the genocide for what it really is. 

They’re killing little kids. 

So I stand for Palestine, 

No matter the risk. 

And I’d hope someone would do the same,

 If it were my kids.