How Can I?

how can i write of

love and loneliness, 

the stars, moon 

and expansive skies,

while snipers shoot 

small children?

how?

how can?

how can i?

how can i write?

how can i write when babies starve?

forgive me 

for scrolling past

for my silence

my ignorance

my small griefs.

how can i write 

about my privileged pains

the beauty of butterfly wings, roots;

the grounding of trees

while palestine is pulverized?

i do not know 

what to do but cheer on 

those who resist, 

fight governments, 

those who sail for life, 

speak out and share— 

those who demand an end 

to genocide.