Another wonderful poem from our very own YACC member - Tarawat Murwat.
She performed this as part of Voices of Tomorrow - Performing for Our Planet our YACC's social issue Open Mic night. This night proved that creative action for social issues has a huge impact, ignites conversations and brings people together. It's really beautiful, take a read.
The Cannons Call
In Afghanistan’s rugged land,
Where mountains rise and shadows fall,
The echoes of a distant stand
Are heard in every battle’s call.
The sky is grey, the winds are cold,
As ancient stones and tales recall
The struggles faced and stories old
During the cries and cannon’s call.
In villages where dreams once grew,
Now whispers of the past remain,
The hope for peace, though darkened view,
Is sought through sorrow, loss, and pain.
Yet still, despite the endless fight,
A spark of hope will not subside,
For even in the darkest night,
The will for peace and rest will bide.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Hear my people’s call for justice,
As the unjust take their land,
Grasping triggers with cruel hands,
Our people plead for freedom’s dreams,
To see it, feel it, taste it true,
But that freedom now is marred
By images of war, so scarred.
Does your heart not ache, does it not move,
To see the pain our people prove?
We are not mere headlines that you see,
But real lives in agony.
When one of us is cut and bleeds,
We all bleed from the same needs.
We've faced this shadowed war before,
So shame on you for labelling us
as nothing more.
