I call you and the cells are dead
I leave texts only for them to go unread
I leave voice notes for them to never go blue...
I paid credit to see if I could reach you...
The phonelines are dead....
Houthis never killed a soul
Hundreds and thousands were unalived by Israel and all my country do is to block shipments
This was to call a ceasefire
No the UK and USA want another genocide
This not knowing kills me
I don't know where my aunt is
Or my cousins or their father
Are they unalived
Are they in rubble
Are they safe
I don't know
My heart is not okay
My heart has bled internally for Gaza and now more beautiful Kids in the streets of yemen will cry and will need treatment
The middle east was a wonderland fairytale
Now a blackhole
Leave our countries alone and fix up your own
If you didn't waste UK tax
Maybe we could finally afford drones to release outdoor heat like dubai makes fake rain
All you do is blame others for your mistakes and unalive millions of innocent people
A painful doom beckons on Qiyama
