I would love to wake up one morning
Not thinking of children sobbing or dying
When I lay my head down at night
Not to see babies maimed or crying
At the break of dawn, as the sun begins to shine
I would love to hear the giggling of my heart and the prayer of my soul
Without suffocating with the smoke of war
When I look up at evening sky glittered with stars
To be carried far, where only angels dwell and fairies fly
Not chased by “humans” with glacial stares
When I gaze at my baby laughing
To rejoice at the twinkle in his eyes
Not tormented, for the millions of long lost smiles
When I hold my daughter in my arms
To sway with tender love serene
Not to tremble at the shrieking echos of fathers screams
When I close my eyes to sleep
To bathe in rainbow with no colour red
No colour red… No colour red
I dream of a world, with no colour red
No colour red… No colour red
No more wounds… No more tears… No more blood
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Palestine
PoetryHere,where the hills slope before the sunset and the chasm of time near gardens whose shades have been cast aside, we do what prisoners do we do what the jobless do, we saw HOPE. A bunch of poems about our beloved Palestine.
