Motaz Azaiza 
I believe ya 
When you say that we will do nothing
I crave to turn motion into something
To call on the sea, to call on the tide
To leave you alive
Because you are not just a number
And people are dying of hunger 
In the Gaza Strip
Meanwhile some men equip
Themselves with guns
Someone’s daughters, someone’s sons
And we are the ones
With our hands on the triggers because we pay
For people to get blown away
Whether in silence or in voice
Every movement is a choice
And I want to you to know you’re not alone
Though I only have a phone
To talk to you through 
But I wanted to
Say that I will do all in my power
To make sure that no other tower
Is blown to pieces and knocked to the ground
While children scream and hide from the sound 
As the rubble hides bodies brutalised
And you may be less than human in their eyes
But the light that lights you up
Is more than enough for me, love
Please don’t let the dark encounter
The vulnerable who want you 
To just let them be
In my heart and soul Palestine is already free