Baba habibi
Don't hide your eyes in pain
Don't bow your head down in sorrow
Lift it up, hold it high
look up, look up
You may see my grin and twinkly eyes
Baba, I kiss your heart, stop sobbing, don't cry
If you could see me now
You would wipe your tears
and jump of joy
Now, I go to bed with no fear
No longer do I need to block my ears to sleep
No longer do I wet my bed at night
Up there, where I now reside
No F16 fly above
No drones, no gas, no smoke
No bombs fall from sky
Only the face of Most loving
Angels humming
Stars shimmering
and dancing butterflies
YOU ARE READING
Palestine
PoesíaHere,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.
