How does it make you feel?
To know that you were stressing over how your coffee was spilt early this morning
While a kid in the abandoned streets of Gaza gasped his last breath
Stood by his head was a soldier, I’d like to call him a robot
For he walks around with discarded emotions, killing everything in his way
Acting by instinct, Palestinians are the enemies… right?
But in fact, the truth that lies underneath all of these wrong realities is
His self is his enemy,
And I sometimes wonder
If that happened to his child? How would he feel?
And I sometimes wonder what would happen if he was able to identify the realism behind his emotionless exterior
But then I remember, it isn’t an exterior
It is simply his cruel, twisted brain
barking out orders towards his useless, grave heart.
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Palestine - Time had erased humanity
PoetryJust a couple of bleeding words that pour from my aching heart directed toward the massacre in Gaza.