I saw a poem by Zeina Azzam posted in a comment here on Substack.
I’ve made a song out of it (adapted for the purpose of rhyme etc).
My small contribution to bear witness to the horror that has been the final two months of 2023. It took several attempts as I kept breaking down trying to sing it.
I just wish I had a better voice.
I also hope things get better in 2024.
Can you write my name on my leg now mama Please don't lose me when those bombs start falling It's right here, the permanent marker I hope it stays if the blood starts pouring Take your time write it clear and fine I'll have it tattooed if I get older My brother and sister are next in line It's alright mama, cry on my shoulder Just our names, no dates or address So we're not listed as a number in death And if they find our legs in the sun They'll show the world there was nowhere to run I read it nightly as I try to sleep On dusty concrete with a pillow of screams Huddled close for some kind of heat Hard to close my eyes for fear of dreams Just our names, no dates or address So we're not listed as a number in death And if they find our legs in the sun They'll show the world there was nowhere to run I've added your names around my own And drawn lines for the family tree I've little hope new branches will form Death from above and it's coming for me Just our names, no dates or address So we're not listed as a number in death And if they find our legs in the sun They'll show the world there was nowhere to run
The original poem is posted here, at the bottom of the article:
https://www.commondreams.org/further/this-is-how-we-live-people-come-together-die-together-are-buried-together-in-the-same-shroud



Beautifully written!
Very touching sung beautifully by a kind gentle soul. Hope you have a Happy New Year!