Subdued
She was lying on the floor
Injured and hurting
I saw her crying
I saw her eyes
I felt her pain
.
Her hands tied behind her back
Her feet shackled to the ground
Her hair shaved
Her face blistered
Her body bruised
Her nails pulled out
Battered
She pleaded for a break
A moment of stillness
A moment of silence
A moment of nothingness
A moment of death even
Or just a wheelchair
.
Warlocks in black encircled her
Intoxicated with their "chosen-ness"
They danced and twirled around her shadow ..
Revamped,
manicured,
suit-wearing cannibals
Drooled over her heart
Eyes rolling
Salivating over their supper-to-be ..
A stone-soldier stood by
No tongue, no heart, no eyes
In his hand I saw the knife that carved out her heart..
Trembling, I came closer
She was still breathing
Her frayed heart still throbbing .
She is ALIVE
I wept of pain
I wept of joy
My salty tears rubbed deep into her wounds
She jumped
Kneeling down,
I gave her a kiss
Whispered something in her ear.
She gasped for life
Looked at me
Eyes sparkled with a grin
She knew
The birth of her baby is near
Her soul bounced back
Vigorous, buoyant,
whole again
and Stunningly Beautiful
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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.
