Pakistan Floods Poem by Noorie Ali

We’re freed here in our mansions
Sipping on sweetness, pouring down happiness
Raining on us.

All this leisure
Fountains of dripping water
The finest feast is yet upon us

We don’t think
One day this could be us
This could be us
What if it was us?

It’s Ramadhan and I lay here
Worriless praying to my leading light up

While they sit there without a shelter
Drowning in polluted water
No money, no where to go

Reaching for us
To help them to stand

It’s our time, our time to raise our hands and give
And free them from their sorrows
let the innocence run wild with joy