Little Mosque PoemsBy Mohja Kahf In my little mosquethere is no room for me to pray.I am turned away faithfullyfive times a day My little mosque:so meagrein resources, yetso eagerto turn awaya woman or a stranger My little mosqueis penniless, behind on rentYet it is rich in anger—every Friday, coins…
It goes on one at a time,
it starts when you care to act,
it starts when you do it again after they said no,
it starts when you say we and know who you mean,
and each day you mean one more.
A short message inspired by a British politician discussing bombing Syria on BBC Radio 5, November 2015 I am the Syrian childAwaiting the British Responsible Bomb.Each day I wake and rush to my windowHoping to catch a glimpse as it fallsI want to welcome it with open armsBecause it keeps…
Dear war makers and war takers, twitchy button pushers and mushroom cloud worshippers,bomb botherers and gun polishers,chemical weapon wielders and coup-cooers,battle cry criers and army gatherers,bullet loaders and knife sharpeners,death collators, chief whips and spins anddear kings and dear lords and dear right honourables.To all the dear Mr Presidents and…