No more tears flow… flow within our eyes
Not when we know… know of all her cries
There are no tears to cry… No tears left in the eye
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Just like when its exposed to heat, water is dried
The fire that burnt her house dried the tears we cried
There are no more tears to cry, even if we tried
We cried seven seas hearing that Zahra had died
Water we yearn… Yearn so we can weep
But our eyes burn… Burn and no tears seep
If any would ask why… No tears left in the eye
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The tears wept for Fatima left our eyes empty
No eye can cry enough to soothe her tragedy
Even oceans begged us to stop, feeling envy
Even deserts cried, no more tears, we have plenty
Pupils have turned… Turned from what they were
Each pupil burned… Burned and changed colour
If they were but to try… No tears left in the eye
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Yaqub your tears changed your pupils from back to white
But the cries of Zahra changed the day to night
I see ink changes to blood before it would write
That her rib was broken and her door set alight
That which had broke… Broke all of our bones
The nail spoke… Spoke and it atones
Like it our eyes are shy… No tears left in the eye
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No flesh can soothe the pain of a bone that’s broken
And no tears can do justice to her oppression
I see the dead within their graves, they awaken
When they hear her crying “my Mohsin was taken”
Even dead plead… Plead those by the door
Don’t let her bleed… Bleed and her blood pour
Don’t let that child die… No tears left in the eye
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If our eyes were the Earth and the seas were our tears
Our planet would be as dry and as barren as Mars
Don’t you know that upon that night falling were stars
When Ali burying Zahra would find her scars
For every tear… Tear that his eyes shed
Planets would hear… Hear and turn blood-red
Nothing left in the sky… No tears left in the eye
* * *
The tears ran out seeing on her chest those orphans
Eyes fell from their places watching how each one mourns
But how the eye yearns that tears to the eye returns
To soothe the tongue of Hussain when water he yearns
He will they flow… Flow and soothe his thirst
If the eyes know… Know then they would burst
And when the head’s raised high… No tears left in the eye
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(New York) – 08/03/15