An old woman was seeing a lilac sky She was frightened to say goodbye "O, freedom! My only freedom! Will the fire and bombs end my sorrow?" What was the use to hold living for tomorrow? When all you can see was an ashes and scattered bones
An old woman was being slaughtered She lost her family and hopes Was it because they were Jews? So that it's their right to make the world new? Free from Jews? As if Jews were roach It was forbidden for them to be approached
And now A giant smoke puffs in Palestine Thousands people burn to death Children, old people scream in despair But no one will say if it's unfair Is it because the land that is occupied? Or whatsover so they have to die?
Do you have mom? Is it hurt to see her cry? Do you have love? Is it hurt to see they bleeding then say goodbye?
When will the war ends? When will all human races have a soul? Or will it always be just a rhetorical question?
It's my first poem. My eyes are weary while typing this. I am not a Jew, nor Palestinians. I am just a human who wants to see humans live peacefully.