© Rae Dosoo 2013
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Sisters and Brothers where are you?
I am crying, I am hurt, I am distraught
My people’s tears soak my land
Even though we have sun
It hasn’t been enough to put a smile on my people’s faces,
Or warm our hearts
There has been rainfall for over two years
And…
You! My sister ask how the weather is
The weather is bleak here
And it does not look like it is getting any better
We do not know when the sun will smile on us again
My soil continues to be wet with mothers’ tears
Many have lost their sons and husbands
I ask you my Sisters and Brothers, Where are you?
My sisters and brothers have deserted me
Why are you punishing me?
Is there not more you can do, my sisters and brothers?
My cities are painted red
The sky has been brushed black
All I can see is Red and Black, Red and Black
Ashes and Dust
My beautiful home,
My beautiful home,
My… beautiful… home
Is no more
My sisters and brothers have deserted me
Why are you punishing me?
Please, my sisters and brothers come together, where are you?
I am so sorry, I have been rude
I am so upset, I am so distraught, I cannot cope, and I am far too distraught
Shall I introduce myself?
Here I am!
Is there even any time?
Before we ruin our selves
Before my beautiful home
My beautiful home
My… beautiful… home
Is ruined
They have once called me Assyria
They called me Levant
I’m one of many who has been in the hand of many carers and guardians
I have been adopted many times
From the Canaanites, to the Ottomans, to the French
I have never really had full ‘independence’
Like my acquaintances in the western lands
You know when a child moves out of his father’s house
The child goes out into the world and does things for himself
I am waiting… to… experience… this
You see, we are being controlled
You see, I have an overbearing and overreaching oppressor
Who is overstepping his boundaries?
I want freedom, liberty and equality
I want justice, representation and true emancipation
I want freedom! I want freedom! I want freedom!
Instead there’s confinement, imprisonment and suppression
I have so many siblings, I am one of five
Let me tell you about them
They all surround me
The other is an estranged sister
It does get heated between us
We have never ever, never ever, got along
They all banned me from our brotherhood
It’s not my fault that the head honcho misbehaves
Many of these leagues and clubs don’t know me
They acknowledge the mother’s tears
But do they really understand what is happening?
It’s not one team against the other
‘It’s one against one’ the news reporters say
Its asymmetrical, my brothers and sisters
One against the other, Two against the other, Three against the other,
Two against the Two, Three against that one and OHHHH!
It just does my head in
Why, oh, why my beautiful people, Can’t we just be a family?
My house is full of people from different faiths and different people
My brother believes in Allah, My half-brother believes in him too.
But their beliefs are different
My mother believes in Isa but shhh it’s a secret
I heard that my Auntie married a man who is Jewish!
My distant cousin is a Druze
I am home to people from diverse backgrounds
My grandma is Kurdish, My grandpa is Arabic
The other side of the family there are Armenians, Assyrians and Turkmen
I wish there wasn’t a divide in between my family
There is discontent between the ruling family and the other relatives
Why can’t we respect our differences brethren?
My sisters and brothers where are you?
You have all called for an end to the violence
Yet my mothers still cry, crying out for their fruits of their womb to come back to them
Do not sanction us, do not punish us my brothers and sisters
Let us all my sisters and brothers, Come together and let us find us solution.
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