Solidarity For Humanity

Do I know what it is like to be in love?

You see,

I realized that I fell in love with love,

when I knew that my solidarity for humanity

did not depend on any identity

I don’t need to be Palestinian, African, or Indian

I just had to be human

Do I know how it feels?

I do

I feel depressed

While loved ones are oppressed

I also know how it smells,

The smell of cowardice, betrayal, and narcissism

Stinks

Stinks stronger than their collective selective,

pretentious humanity

Myths

But do you really blame them,

Those who do not know

what it is like to be in love

In A culture that teaches you,

it’s all about you,

And being the best version of you

Devoid of the connection to the other

As if everyone else existence don’t matter

Indulging in the meaninglessness of life

while others suffer

Here is all message to all of you

You, open your heart

do not let them fool you

Into believing what is really not true

You love, is the love itself

from the beginning,

till the end of love!