Lift up your hands

This is a poem about Aafia Siddique

If you don't know, then let me tell ye

Why is there a story to tell, you ask me

Because she is my Muslim sister

And an injustice to her is and injustice to me.

This is a poem about Aafia Siddique

If you don't know, then let me tell ye

What to say about being let down by your own nation

Falsely accused, evidence unsubstantiated.

This is a poem about Aafia Siddique

If you don't know, the let me tell ye

There are many intricate details,

Many stories, many lies, many fabrications.

The bottom line

Is that its not fine.

This is a poem about Aafia Siddique

If you don't know, then let me tell ye

The truth be told

And I will be so bold

Is that she is as her name implies

Truthful and innocent

This is a poem about Aafia Siddique

If you don't know, then let me tell ye

Languishing in jail,

When will there be an end to this tale,

Let's lift up our hands

And plead from our hearts

For the release of our sister Aafia Siddique

(Zahraa Moosa)