You see, all those souls ?
The cries, and weeps?
The dead bodies of children, who didn't even get a chance,
Of knowing life, knowing who they are. What they are, Children barely the age of 5.
Can you hear her cries ?
That mother, that just lost her children. Her husband. Her family. She watched them being killed.
Right before her eyes.
You see, This is Me,
My Land. It's who I really am.
It's land I never got to know.
It's land I was deprived of.
But our voices cant be heard.
our pleas, our screams.
they're merely a whisper
compared to all their cries.
All their dreams were shattered.
A flicker of hope that was left in them was taken.
But no matter what. They keep praying.
I keep praying. That we'll be free one day.
Free of this monstrosity
An end for this brutality.
For this occupation to end.
because, We deserve to live.
Those kids, need to live.
that mother, she has to watch them grow.
and not lose them all at once.
For this land to be free.
For Palestine to be free.
For all its people. To be back where they belong.
Palestine, A land of my own.
A land, whom I never got to know. But yet, I love.
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Okay, well This is One of the rare poems I write, Hope you like it :)
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