Palestine
Grew up in a place with no weapons,
while my brothers, cousins and sisters are trying to survive the days ahead.
A picture is engraved in my mind of a father, a little girl age five and a boy aged eleven.
A father trying to protect his children but instead they all die, their bodies desiccating in sun-rays - DEAD.
Here i am today inadequate of saving at least one, feeling helpless resulting in - helplessness.
While our so-called leaders are disputing over money and resources - an act of selfishness.
I know this for a fact because my television tells me so...
yet these people who are held hostage to what they should and need to know...
Their knowledge is ruptured by the sound of the weapons,
All They know now is to run and hide, when they are threatened.
I grew up to the sounds of chirping birds, high-pitched revs of vehicles and security alarms.
The children in Palestine are born today and die tomorrow - in their mother and father’s arms.
I use to look up to our leaders because they seemed like peacemakers.
Every handshake was sought to be a symbol of peace and moving on for me.
But they are all now a bunch of fakers, and con artists to me.
We talk about the next generation of leaders and how they would make a better place for all.
But if we continue with the occupation there will be no leaders at all.
Chants and prayers are made to “Free Palestine” in all languages.
While children and people are being shrouded or wrapped in bandages.
Although it seems like these simple acts for liberation is not doing anything.
Spirits are silently rising, rising, rising, rising, rising.....
So if you think you had a tough time...
Think about Palestine.
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