1
broken
unfinished
unpolished
leaving this poem as it is
like Palestine
staggered bleeding burning
soaked in blood* of NINE innocent children
damp with tears, armless, shelterless; god! are
your hands tied?!
2
oppressors occupiers settlers terrorists
children of demon their allies and collaborators
have ground under their feet
have ground under their feet, firm
that belongs to us!
its soil reeking of our blood, sky of firey, gunpowdered wails screams pleas prayers
i am wonder-struck, they still have ground under their feet!
3
it's dangerous outside. i am shaking. i can't hear anything but heavy explosions, loud buzzing of drones
F16s hovering
missiles falling
i cry for freedom in the face of the death**
my oppressors singing , dancing
cheering in rejoice
while explosions continue
and we get bombed
and comes news of more deaths , more injuries every few minutes
you, god, are waiting for some mere day of judgement?!
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