let me paint this picture
let me put it straight
his eyes closed for the last time
she lingers but a moment
her fingers on his cheek
his lips are ashen grey
the smile from before now so far away
he carried his flag with pride
his standard flew so high
but they shot him in his street
his martyred soul with the god he loved
his mother left praying over his shell
a nation chained
a voice lost
mothers left broken children left crying
a clan, a nation, a blood that is dying
no intent to support terrorism. this is a poem about the unjust occupation of palestine.