I had a few friends, <br />Having modern trends, <br />Sacrificing with bends <br />Always ready for the mends, <br /> <br />A broad outlook, <br />Like showers of a brook, <br />Like verses of a book, <br />That attracted and shook, <br /> <br />Everyone they met, <br />And the hearts to let, <br />All eyes were set, <br />And their eyes like a net, <br /> <br />Made a room and place, <br />With appeal and grace, <br />Won an smiling face, <br />Having beauty and glace, <br /> <br />And they convinced when they talked, <br />Were followed when they walked, <br />And the thoughts they stacked, <br />They had nicely racked, <br /> <br />Poets were we all, <br />They were large and tall, <br />It was me the small, <br />In the shining hall, <br /> <br />The hall of fame, <br />Although had my name, <br />Far behind in the game, <br />I deserved the same, <br /> <br />Then I wrote a line, <br />On Gaza, Palestine, <br />For the feelings of mine, <br />Am I in quarantine? <br /> <br />I may lose everything, <br />Knocked out in the ring, <br />I may lose a wing <br />Shall continue to sing, <br /> <br /> <br />For Gaza and others, <br />Anyone who suffers, <br />Shall not hide in buffers, <br />I condemn the butchers.<br /><br />Akhtar Jawad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gaza-i-condemn-the-butchers/
