In Devil's temple, they chose to pray
On corpses of babies they preyed inside
A pothole of Hell called "Israel"
Ogres of Zion crawled, side by side
Nightmare creeps of doom and gloom
Squirmed upon the Holy Land
Demons buzz above the ground
Raining death, drab, cold and blind
Gushing throe, crushing below
Leaving oceans waste behind
One stinky breath of Satan-yahu
Ghostly spell, all life denied
Hold on, you creeps, not so fast
Your karma awaits: "meet me outside"
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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.
