How many times have I liked to stop living when my friends were under the fire dying. <br />How many times have I liked to stop feeling compassionate and try to go through what they 're undergoing. <br />How many times have I tried not to sleep just to experience the feeling of a wink longing. <br />All my trials and my wishes were just in vain. <br />At last nobody can be in the shoes of others. <br /> <br />If ever we could, we wouldn't stay silent till now. <br />If ever we could, we would have reacted somehow. <br />If ever we could, no stem of fear would ever grow. <br />If ever we could, we would be all friends, not a single foe.<br /><br />Besma Jemaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-many-times-7/
