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
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)