Donor Report: A Poem

Disclaimer: The following poem was submitted by a guest contributor. Guest blog posts do not necessarily reflect endorsed viewpoints from Islamic Relief USA.

Donor Report 

Feel for these families

Fill up these pantries

Put your heart in your hand and the money will land with ease

Donations for what every woman and man needs

There's a humanity that these tight demands squeeze

Time is sinking, catch the opportunity before the land leaves

Oh traveler, who couldn't even afford a shawl

We've tossed Js on tree branches while from off your bare feet you had to crawl

This is a letter of apology that I'm going to attempt to scrawl

What costs more, a food package or a meal

What if you could have both your cake and answer an urgent appeal

The cost of jannah is expensive, but that sounds like quite a deal

The concern isn't just how we're portrayed

Looking nice instead of being nice, that's a poor trade

And an abuse of the provisions that - not you - but your Lord made

The starving or the satiated, who should be more afraid

And until the peace can come then these packages are coming with peace

This is the moment where the wallet's voice is the only one that speaks

Is it giving salaams

Or making up plans, while preventable diseases are breaking up clans

What could a few dollars take from your hands

Not a life

Time is of the essence and it might vanish tonight

Don't you want to awaken to a grave whose varnish is light?

Or have the seconds tick against you

Imagine death is so sudden you can't tell the kids "I miss you"

"My jaw got blown off but in the next life I'll kiss you"

This isn't charity it's clarity

If you're not reliable now then when will you ever be

Do you have two hearts and love with them separately?

We know what's going on, we're receiving updates obsessively

What's progress if our brothers and sisters and their progeny can't progress successively

Just being candid, on alert, a little hurt

This ummah is a body, this feels like acupuncture across Earth

Far from therapeutic

More like having a collapsed lung and your doctor tried to TheraFlu it

Throw your aid to unaided like stones thrown in Mina

How many of you would have supported the Prophet when he came to Medina

When walking a tight rope adopt the posture of a ballerina

Either you're helping yourself or helping hearts from Mali to Indonesia

Refugees in Jordan, Turkey, Europe, South Africa, Kenya, and Tanzania

2019 I was told to write for Yemen

Before 2020 wastes, don't let your provision

Feel for these families

Fill up these pantries

Put your heart in your hand and the money will land with ease

Donations for what every woman and man needs

There's a humanity that these tight demands squeeze

Time is sinking, catch the opportunity before the land leaves

This poem was submitted by M.G. Badawi, a guest contributor and dedicated IRUSA volunteer. You can read more of his poetry here. 
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