Qabil

Do you realise what you have done,

You say its destiny

That’s the way it’s meant to be

But destiny is only written down

Because one who has infinite knowledge

Knows you best you see

When the child up against that wall

Looks up to the sky with eyes full of no hope

Because you put a bullet to his parents mouths,

When you squeezed the life out of this dirt

Just Below your feet

And you stained it, lipstick red

The same colour she bought that evening

She put on to impress her husband and family

Before you shot her through the head

War is indiscriminate.

His mature mind pulsates with thoughts of revenge,

Encased, being held back by his young skull

Do you realise what you’re doing

When you crouch, like the killers of the savannah

Methodically aiming you ak47 in a house,

Through a window

And towards yet another man

As you aim do you not see?

The man, sitting opposite wears the same skin as you

Has grown up on the same land,

With which your mother and father, as toddlers would play about

He speaks the same tongue as you

And on Fridays you would most probably sit next to him

As you bow your heads

To the same direction,

With the same intention

But maybe your feet and shoulders were

Miles apart

As you point, do you not see the devil?

Has artistically drawn a border between you and he

A border paper thin,

Yet strong to make you become a murderer

This wall he cast onto your eyes,

Stems from a single word

A word if a dare say it,

Fear it may cause another human life

Another little boy with eyes to the sky,

Tears swelled up,

The boy you were once… maybe?

The word Qabil

There goes another life.

 Hawo Sayyid

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