Eyes open wide...
Watching...
Documenting the crime
Ears open wide...
Attentive, receptive... tuned so well...
Recording the screams of mothers and babies
Mouths open wide...
Never to be silent again...
Spreading and shouting the TRUTH
YOU ARE READING
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.
