One dreary night,
on a park bench covered in snow.
An old man sat, with his coat pulled tight,
shivering in the frosty light.
Snowflakes fell with a gentle grace;
he brushed them away in angry haste.
Some remained like threads of lace.
Outlining a sad and troubled face.
Dear God, he said, can you tell me why,
where once you walked,
Now thousands die.
So many more Displaced,
and maimed,
By those who claim,
it’s in your name.
As he spoke,
His tears began to flow,
falling on his shaking hands,
My hand he then let go.
When I turned to say goodbye.
A thousand angels filled the sky
And one came down to cry.
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 12:25 PM UTC
They say I am,
A light for peace. Glowing in a torn land,
Where haunting cries can’t fade away,
They echo through the rubble and decay.
They say I am,
The hands that hold, the tiny ones you left to die,
when your bombs rained from the sky,
Admits, their mother’s cries.
They say I am
The only truth, written down for all to see,
But, because of greed, You’ve turned away,
from all my words and me.
They say I am,
Eternal peace, for those I’ll call to me,
But, Israel you’ll reap the tears you’ve sown,
Through generations yet, unknown.
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May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 10:21 AM UTC
Palestine.( A Falling)
There was a time.
A time of love and peace.
Our land had olive groves, and leafy vines.
Skies of blue, and sunlit streets.
Butterflies with wings of gold,
fluttered round our children’s feet.
Then,
evil came in human form.
To our peaceful land
in a deep black swarm.
No mercy has she by her side.
She swoops down, and shatters lives,
then roars through blackened skies.
We run, but we can't hide.
Her sword of death shines in our skies.
Then plunges deep to Pierce our sunrise.
In Darkness she spreads her vengeful wings,
And in homes where children's songs once filled our dreams.
Our hearts now cracked, our blood runs cold.
Our shroud of death she firmly folds.
In darkness we die alone.
The world has turned to stone.
for Palestine)
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC