Nina Katungi offers a trilogy of poems that lay bare the devastation, despair and tragedy in Gaza. Set Us Free, Mourning, and Take Me to the Heavens confront the pain of betrayal, the silence of inaction and the longing for freedom and peace—urging us to witness, reflect and reclaim the humanity we seem to have forgotten.
There are no clouds in sight
But the sky it weeps
No one is coming
Why is no one coming?
Help
Help
Help them!
All the tears
From all those lost
Are raining down
From the heavens
I am mortified
We can all see
It's right there
So why is no one coming?
I hear their screams
How do you not hear their screams?
How dare you take what is not yours
How dare you break all our hearts
Murder
Murder
Murder
The blood is on your hands
It's on my hands
There is no way back
This is our life sentence
You are all dead inside
And to see no one is coming
I am dead too
