WHY I STARVE: A Ramadan Tale (The Lyrics)

Why I starve...?

Yousef Erakat - watch here

Why I starve....? Why I starve? 

I starve because of how full I am,

full of these blessings that i have been blessed with,

without even having to asked to be blessed with.

I starve because of how blind we are.

Now although we can see very far,

It's what is right in front of our eyes that we are most blind to.

You see, you and I, we live the good life.

We don't have to struggle to survive and we don't have to do very much to feel alive.

But what's inside, what's inside is where the problem lies.

No, not what's inside your stomach at the moment, 

but what's inside your heart and your mind.

Now let me remind you,

Even though you think you're full,

You need this food more than I do.

Food for thought to digest into your soul, which you don't have.

Which is why, you my friend, are starving.

You are starving because of the lack of information you failed to receive from the media.

You see, the media decides to hide right in front of your eyes,

while they instead terrorise and victimise, and then say it was done by some 'other guys.'

You are starving because you don't even care about the 'other guys.'

You failed to sympathise or even recognise what's happening to the 'other guys.'

Wait, wait, wait....

Let me ask you something:

Do you know who I mean when I say the 'other guys?'

No. You don't.

That's why I starve.

I starve because of the greed that has been instilled in me from living so peacefully.

I starve to rid myself of this disease.

This disease that consumes your heart and your mind and makes you believe that everything around the world is just fine.

Now I'm not trying to rhyme,

but please listen to this next line:

Us living like this is a damn crime!

A crime that has been going on since the beginning of our time.

A crime that when we commit,

instead of getting prosecuted for, we get rewarded....

Rewarded with commercialist commodities, sex tape run celebrities, luxurious cementities, killing each other for some 'Yeezy's' and last but not least the freedom that is life.

I starve to remind myself of these blessings.

I starve to forgive myself for over-indulging while life offers me a taste of its sour apple.

I starve to humble myself.

And to tame the ego that was awoken from within from these store bought clothes.

That were stitched internationally by kids half my age.

I starve because I choose to,

not because I have to.

I starve, for the 'other guys'.

Now you know why I starve, but you still don't know who the 'other guys' are, do you?

I starve for the forgotten souls out in Somalia,

I starve for every drip of blood that was lost by a child out in Syria,

I starve for every tear that was shed by a mother in Afghanistan,

and for every drone strike that was done unto Pakistan.

I starve for the war that the beloved Iraq had to go through before Barack,

And for every rock that was thrown by a fallen angel out in Palestine!

I starve for the tens of thousands of dead men, women, and children out in Burma.

It's a public genocide of a whole nation turned violent but kept silent.

So now, let me ask you:

Why am I dying to live?

When they're just living to die?

That's why I STARVE.