Down by the river of tears
she the mother knealed
and grasped the dirt between her hands
Then planted a flag of peace
Her heart wrenched with fear
when remembering her indelible dreams
She the mother grasped
Frantically her last child
Rocks... gunfire...bloodshed
Tombs filled with children...
She looked up to the sky
and wished to be with her children
Then remembering her last child
Gazed desperately into the Horizon
and shouted a piercing sentence
Stop killing our children!
Stop killing our children!
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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.
