© Lozan Yamolky
If witnessing humankind’s cruelty
renders you speechless;
if insensitive words spoken by those you love
hurt like a dagger in your chest;
if you awake after realizing
you were on a path of self-destruction;
yet, those who know you,
do not want you to change;
when you find yourself shackled
with your head bowed down
because of all your needless possessions,
because the time for you to be the speaker
The day will come
when you find yourself in a spot
where all eyes are on you
and you can hear a pin drop
as they all wait in still silence for you to speak.
Grab the microphone and confidently speak.
Speak for those who have been forcefully silenced,
chained and ‘legally gagged’
so, they may not speak of what they know.
Speak up for those
who vanished without a trace
and those who are labeled traitors
for exposing crimes done by those in power
where innocent people perished.
Speak up for those engraved
words on prison walls
and painted metal doors
for you to read
long after they were unjustly taken away.
Speak up for those who gave up their lives
dreaming of being in your spot right now
to speak the truth.
Speak up for those who are spending nights
unable to sleep because the secrets they know
expose men in power and can get the leaker killed.
Speak up for those who are not aware
that they are slaves
because their spirit was beaten and crushed
and they do not even realize
they can be free.
Remind people of the bloody history
those in power want you to forget
so, they can repeat it.
So, for the sake of future generations,
speak up for our hurting planet
that is being suffocated,
used and abused
by those who worship and covet wealth.
Find your voice in the midst of this clamor;
refuse to put a price tag on your silence,
and be the speaker
because you have the microphone now.
© Lozan Yamolky
From book: Counting Waves
By: Silver Bow Publishing 2017
Published by Lozan Yamolky
First and foremost, I would like to acknowledge that I humbly live on the traditional, unceeded territories of the səlil̓wətaʔɬ (Tsleil-Waututh), Sḵwx̱wú7mesh (Squamish) & xʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam) Nations. Thank you for allowing me to live on your land —Vancouver, BC Canada.
I am a Canadian citizen who migrated from Kurdistan —Present day Northern Iraq, in 1995 after spending over a year as an asylum seeker in Turkey.
I was born and raised in Baghdad in 1972, I am the fifth of eleven children; three boys and seven girls –one brother passed away in infancy.
I am the author of ( I’m No Hero) and ( Counting Waves ) published by: Silver Bow Publishing. I am dedicating my third book of poems ( Dreamers Needed ) to my teenage boys, Trey, 15 and Wyatt, 13.
I started reciting my poems for the first time in 2013 at The Holy Wow Poets Canada in Maple Ridge. I am currently a member of the Canadian Authors Association, Federation of BC Writers, The Royal City Literary Art Society and the Holy Wow Poets Canada. I am presently the secretary of the Royal City Literary Arts Society. I work as a freelance interpreter.
I was commissioned in the fall of 2017 to write a poem about the refugee experience to DaCapo Chamber Choir in Toronto. The event will feature my poem “I am here” in spring 2019.
I was one of the recipients of the 2018 Distinguished Poet Award from WIN– Writers International Network Canada and was 3rd place winner at the 2018 Tagore Festival Peace Poems contest. Since first sharing my poetry in 2013, I have featured in numerous poetry events throughout the Greater Vancouver area.
My work has been published in The Royal City Poets Anthologies (Silver Bow Publishing), The Royal City Literary Arts Society online magazine eZine, Wordplay at Work, Creative Quills Ink Verse (North Vancouver), Celebrate Canada 150 and Culture Days From Far and Wide (Multicultural Creative Writing Collection 2017) and the 2018 Holy Wow Poets Anthology (Maple Ridge).
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