Sixty-seven children have been slaughtered.
Sixty-seven dreams have been shattered.
Sixty-seven beautiful faces have now vanished.
Sixty-seven vibrant smiles have faded.
Sixty-seven beds are left empty.

Palestinian children, like all children, love to play.
Palestinian children are longing for peace.
The children of Gaza dream to be teachers, nurses, artists, engineers, and doctors.
Palestinian children want to breathe.
Palestinian children's lives matter!

(Palestinian children killed by Israel in Gaza in May, 2021)

Hussein Dekmak

My soul’s dark night is not a night
but an eternal dream that knows no end.
For I am the seed buried beneath the soil,
resting in the womb of the dark Earth.
Unaware that the radiant face of the sun
is happily smiling just above me..

You're the silent pain in my heart
I can't forget you,
You are tears in my tired eyes
I can't hold it in!

You are my elusive dreams
and heartburn like the ocean.
You're the hurts of my broken wings
I can't fly in the sky!

My eyes are filled with your glance
Your words make my heart dance.
You are my memory and pursuit
I can't stay away from you!

You are melted with my soul
I lost myself in your smell.
You are my secret romance;
I can't say that easily!

The water waved,
the waves carried
a floated leaves to
the edge of the sea
...

She could say it if
she wanted
to but
the words would
carry no
weight behind them

like a cat shaking
the paw with
you
and not understanding
the real meaning
behind
the gesture

so was her
every
“I love you.”

Enough to make an
old boy cry
but he
preferred suicide

Needless to say
her response
was
“Meh.”