A Different Eid Poem by Farah Taskin

The spring is cloudy and the Eid feels colourless in my city
The innocent persian buds fell before they could bloom
The blood of those buds stains my mind
Bloodthirsty vampires and chameleons are satisfied
The persian old lion didn't bow his head
He took a sip of the martyr's cup with great courage
He had ten fingers on both hands, not eleven
Muslims don't cheat
So their glorious stories can be found in the streets, Moorish architecture and Spanish
AI is not necessary

There's plenty of food on the table
I have no appetite
The faces of starving children are floating before my eyes

The scent of meshk amber is drowned out by gunpowder
I'm remembering Hind Rajab
People feel pain for Punch the monkey
Do they want to prove Darwin's useless theory
Huh
Their conscience doesn't awaken when they see motherless Gazans
Oh, how strange is the human race
I'm not enjoying this Eid
To heal my heart I'm listening to the song by Harris J and Maher Zain repeatedly