Marvin X Blackmon Sings for Syria

As Headlines read “US Drops ‘Mother of All Bombs’ in Afghanistan”, Marvin X and Dr. Mohja Kahf Expresses Song and Poetry

Marvin X/El Muhajir
Two Poems for the People of Syria
Oh, Mohja
how much water can run from rivers to sea
how much blood can soak the earth
the guns of tyrants know no end
a people awakened are bigger than bullets
there is no sleep in their eyes
no more stunted backs
fear of broken limbs
men, women children humble with sacrifice
old/young play their roles
with smiles endure torture chambers
with laughs submit to rape mutilations
no victory oppressors
days numbered
as the sun rises
let the people continue til victory
they smell it on their hands
taste on lips
believe in hearts
know it in minds
no backwardness no fear
resistance til victory.
—Marvin X/El Muhajir
Syrian poet/professor Dr. Mohja Kahf
Start your workday the right way with the news that matters most.
Oh Marvin, how much blood can soak the earth?
The angels asked, “will you create a species who will shed blood
and overrun the earth with evil?”
And it turns out “rivers of blood” is no metaphor: 
see the stones of narrow alleys in Duma
shiny with blood hissing from humans? Dark
and dazzling, it keeps pouring and pumping
from the inexhaustible soft flesh of Syrians,
and neither regime cluster bombs from the air,
nor rebel car bombs on the ground,
ask them their names before they die. 
They are mowed down like wheat harvested by machine,
and every stalk has seven ears, and every ear a hundred grains.
They bleed like irrigation canals into the earth.
Even one little girl in Idlib with a carotid artery cut
becomes a river of blood. Who knew she could be a river 
running all the way over the ocean, to you,
draining me of my heart? And God said to the angels, 
“I know what you know not.” But right now,
the angels seem right. Cut the coyness, God;
learn the names of all the Syrians.
See what your species has done.
—Mohja Kahf