I woke up feeling like nothing…
No one’s saying nothing...
No one’s doing nothing….
I  woke up wishing something was done, to stop this
heartache…
I woke up wishing something was done, to stop this
suffering…
I woke up wishing there were no more decapitated heads…
no more…lifeless bodies…
Make it stop… make it stop…
Nobody is doing nothing to make it stop….
I woke up wishing there were no more incinerated bodies..
I woke up wishing there were no more corpse …
I woke up wishing that the genocide in Gaza was no more…
It’s now more than 16 months of carnage…echo of death pierce my soul...
No one can undo what I’ve seen…
I feel like nothing….
They say nothing and do nothing, to make it stop…
This suffering lingers…
I feel like nothing….

There is no ceasefire, not in Gaza, not in Lebanon, not in Sudan,
but only genocide...
aggression...
war...
blood...
slaughter, and pain.
The West Bank continues to be under siege... met by tanks, death,
threats...  
Families are met with bullets to their head.
The children are met with amputated limbs.
Children are left orphan... and forgotten.
Communities are met with too many martyrs to grieve...
Where is this ceasefire now?
There is bombardment in Yemen too, directed by the West like a true imperialist.
If one dare to rise up and resist, are met with an iron fist by the international colonizer community, given consent to **** with no impunity...
Dare the amputees speak....
Dare the bullet to the head speak...
Dare the orphan speak....
Dare the resistance speak of their own pain...
There is no ceasefire, but only genocide.  
Where is this so-called ceasefire now?
Nowhere in sight....
Where is the anti-war movement?
Nowhere in sight.....
What happened to the anti-war movement?
Nowhere in sight….

How can this be?
Too deep to understand, too deep to digest.
How can this be?
How can you turn away, and act as if you were blind to babies being burned, and buried in the rubble, decimated lifeless tinted souls on your vision screen.
There aren’t enough adjectives to describe the horrific images.
How can this be?
The screams of death in realtime stays with me.  
For I will never forget.... you too should never forget.  
The screams of death echo and rains on me like the blues.
What a tragedy.  
Too deep to understand, too deep to digest.  
How can this be?

A promise made, a vow—unbelievably grand
Until tanks and footsteps disturb the land
Handshakes firm, papers signed
Yet missiles and bullets still lag behind

Peace is non-transferable, war is our own,
Limited liability for the lives that we've blown
For threat prevention, we may reinforce,
Bombs will drop without a hint of remorse

When the world begins to ask
We say we honored it, our assured task
A truce! A pause! A peaceful day!
We’ll bomb them all by the end of May

We reserve the right to reverse the ceasefire
As bodies fall to the chorus of our choir
Diplomacy’s a practiced art—
Where ceasefires end before they start