Hind Rajab's Last Voice Poem by Nida Nawaz

Within a phone call
The last ember of hope
Kept crying out
As though the whole Earth
Had broken into tears

There was a little girl
Who feared not death
But the silence of humankind

The tanks were no mere
machines of steel
They were the famished wolves
Of civilization

Every bullet Was tearing away
Another breath
From the lungs of life
Again and again

She called into the void
Like a thirsty dove
Pleading with the sky
For a single drop of mercy

The ears of the fascist regime
Were sealed with gunpowder
That day

It was not a little girl who died
Humanity placed its own hands
Around its own voice
And strangled it.