Grab the Pen and Write

Grab the pen and write and write, and write from beginning to end.

Write about the injustice that happened to you. 

Write about the pain that never healed. 

Write about the silent pain you can’t do anything about.

Write about the dead body you held, and 

screamed as people watched you drown in sorrow. 

Write about the body part you lost in an explosion, and 

when you buried an empty coffin.

Write and write—until you can’t cry anymore. 

When your eyes are dry, your words shut down, 

when the world is deaf to your voice, and blind to see you,

grab the pen and write about yourself. 

Write about your dream of peace and about the better life lost to the war.

Write about your son who died in your hands.

Or write about your father who was killed in an explosion, 

or about your daughter who was beheaded or burned alive on the street.

Write about no justice.

Write about the men who wear a suit and the face of a devil.

Write about how hopeless you feel inside. How you cried enough. 

How you screamed enough.

How the world is deaf now. 

Write about how you live in hell with no name of religion or humanity, 

where money comes before human life. 

Put the power in your pen and write about your history.

Let the world know about your identity, your true love, and your cares. 

Fill the pages and papers, fill the books and shelves, until your story can be read.

Until your voice can be heard, until war stops. 

Grab the pen and write.

This is the power that is in your hand.