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Saïda Boūzazy Nov 2023
Leave
Your
motherland
Become
A
refugee
The
Jew
Does
Not
Have
A
Land
They
Only
Took
Your
Land
Leave
The
Jew
Does
Not
Have
An
Identify
He
Will
Steal
Yours .
Don't
Leave
Live or die
Free
Pelastine
#free #freedom
Saïda Boūzazy Oct 2023
It's Empty
Fully empty
Full of corpses
It's  sad
People are dead
It's hard
Kids are dead
One, two three or more
Hundreds they said
It's mad
Fully mad
No one cares
It's not their land
They fight
For what
Freedom
That's harsh
It's read
The colour of blood
#freedom_for_Pelastine
#freedom
#sad
#justice
Saïda Boūzazy Oct 2023
The War killed our children
Though destroyed our houses
Homeless we are!
We live in our  Motherland
Now our Motherland lives within us
They destroyed our happiness
Invalided our houses
Killed our calmness
In the promised land
We become storangers in our land
They said, it's their country!
How and they didn't have any country!
They came from different lands
Settled  our lands!
They now call it homeland!
They didn't have any background
Strangers in our land !
There was a child in this land
Homeless he becomes
All his family died
Now, their spirits live there!
There was once a thief
Entered our land!
This thief stole our  this land !
He called it Canaan !
#freedom #justice #colonisation #war
Saïda Boūzazy Oct 2023
To whom we are writing
To the deafs we are typing
To whom we are hoping
To the deaths we are wishing
They can hear
They can talk
Better yet not talk
Not writing
Only wishing
Brightful is darkness
Lightful
Look
Hear
Feel
whisper
Poetry is here.
#poetry
#sad
#alone
Saïda Boūzazy May 2022
Clouds are everywhere
The weather is shining
Raindrops
She is drowning  
She can't swim
The sun is disappearing
It's hidden
In the middle of the summer
Rain is everywhere
#rain #poetry #sad #happy
Saïda Boūzazy Mar 2022
I am lone
I think of you
Nothing but you
Our memories remain silent
Nothing can be heard
But
The Whisper of the heart
It whispers your name
I can hear its tone
it's sad and silent
An unbreakable silence
Saïda Boūzazy Mar 2022
My pen becomes dry  
My heart is empty
my feelings are cold
clouds are everywhere  
Rain is in my heart  
lays down
My eyes are open, I can't see  
Pain is there, I can't feel
Empty  
Empty
That is all
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