Don't grieve, for I am dead,
Your tears have no purpose.
Stand tall for what I said,
And know this life is worthless.
Learn from the life I led,
Remember how I was murdered.
An orphan without a bed,
I am peaceful now in heaven.
They live with no water or bread,
My family are still bleeding.
These tears that you shed,
Should be for those still breathing
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Palestine
PuisiHere,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.
