This week I had another video scheduled, edited and ready to be published but what has transpired in Israel with the Hamas attack in Gaza and other places has stopped me in my tracks and overwhelmed me in many ways. I’ve written this poem as an outlet to keep myself (and perhaps those who are watching this) sensitised, introspectively prepared and diligent in prayer in this insane, horrific, urgent wartime situation which has ramifications for all of us.
Words & Film: Abhishek Scariya
Sound: From actual raw footage of Hamas' attack on Israel, October 7, 2023.
Music: Uppbeat
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I tried not to.
But i'm too tired not to.
Overwhelmed.
Go on with your life they say.
You’re just a man with a camera.
Hamas and Israel in a deadly waltz,
an orchestra of pain, where innocence halts.
The dead, naked bodies of women
being paraded as trophies.
Is our stomach churning yet?
It’s not mutilated like theirs I see.
The two states now at war, the innocents plea.
The ordinaryness of evil for the world to see.
Lament, where are you? Lament, we need you.
Come back. Come back.
The new Reich had their guns
and their smartphones.
Both shooting till they could shoot no more.
And broadcast it no more.
Grief, where are you? Sorrow, we need you.
Come back. Come back.
Survivor of the Nazis, the grandma wept.
New savages took what her
tormentors hadn't swept.
The callous heart. Oh, and perhaps mine too?
Revenge is their god
and destruction, their reward.
An eye for an eye, does humanity spurn.
But to dust we shall all return.
Drive the Jews to the sea! One said.
Lest you forget, isn’t that the Pharaoh’s bed?
Repentance, where are you? Sorrow, we need you.
Come back. Come back.
The Rabbi's warning unheard, the first stones flung.
The plank in our eyes, and justice overpowered.
Activists and media galore,
Their keyboards they adore.
A nation of obfuscation.
Kidnapped toddlers their mommy seek,
they're not old enough to understand
your wretched doublespeak.
Lament, where are you? Lament, we need you.
Come back. Come back.
That music fest's teenager won’t need a song again.
Ra*ed next to her friends corpse,
Satan's tones have filled her ears.
Maybe even ours.
Gaza besieged, human shields gasp for breath.
Infants across borders leave their cribs soaked red.
Repentance, where are you? Sorrow, we need you.
Come back. Come back.
Both sides are wrong! We onlookers justify,
till with our well crafted hypocrisy,
let all war crimes drip dry.
The father of lies still has his enablers.
His platitudes.
Life, you seem far away.
All the whataboutery stored in jars of clay.
The vulnerable, they burn.
To dust we shall all return.
Our broken moral compass, with blood they gush.
The soul is rubble still. Is there more left to crush?
A man with a camera, a mirror to society,
Demoniacs filming a darkened piety.
Sirens resounding, nightfall and protest.
The Shepherd from the nearby hill,
calls the weary and burdened to His rest.
Lament, where are you? Lament, we need you.
Come back. Come back.
Your truth is not my truth?
Exposed for the lies they are.
The masquerade of the oppressed,
it's moral high ground on test.
Who am I? And who are you?
When truth becomes a sin,
I’m not just a man with a camera.
And neither are you.
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