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Mary Gay Kearns Apr 2019
Understanding that you can rarely change things
It is best just to forget and simply go on in doubt
Hope rides its own journey on the back of a bike
Children  send photos and come round to watch.

This is the itinerary of the invalided life and care
It stretches to the isles of the church and the roses
To the solicitude of waiting for door bell rappings
To ‘End Game’and all its imagination of the reality.

Love Mary xxxx
Saïda Boūzazy Oct 2023
The War killed our children
Though destroyed our houses
Homeless we are!
We live in our  Motherland
Now our Motherland lives within us
They destroyed our happiness
Invalided our houses
Killed our calmness
In the promised land
We become storangers in our land
They said, it's their country!
How and they didn't have any country!
They came from different lands
Settled  our lands!
They now call it homeland!
They didn't have any background
Strangers in our land !
There was a child in this land
Homeless he becomes
All his family died
Now, their spirits live there!
There was once a thief
Entered our land!
This thief stole our  this land !
He called it Canaan !
#freedom #justice #colonisation #war

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