Into the chest of this Palestinian child <br />Our blood start blooming in to his veins <br />Full of REGRET <br />Shedding our cries all over the dried fruits <br />All over the vegetables <br />All over his milk mixed with blood <br />Exactly like the Israeli PEOPLE flood <br />Their hatred to every innocent hued <br />And melted their hate to his soil <br />Turned the bread to red mud! ! <br />Turned every bud <br />in the Palestinian houses <br />To a burning hut! ! ! <br />Spilling the cups of the sugared tea <br />To a bitter glasses of What? ? ? ........! <br />Turning the child’s sweets <br />Hard to get reached by the palms <br />In such burns <br />In such sorrow <br />In such harms <br />********** <br />Shedding our tears also <br />On his water <br />Being dry to get reached <br />By his burnt lips <br />The Lips of us that couldn’t even speak out <br />The truth to stop the genocide <br />Except the deep wounds in his tender bones <br />Prays for God to hear his MOANS! ! ! ! ! ! <br />We fly <br />Only one CRY <br />Imitate his unburnable pain <br />While our sky thunders Shut the RAIN <br />And leave us without any GAIN <br />***** <br />Today <br />Let’s stand on this Gazza’s children’s gate <br />And feel the weight of sorrow <br />Only To imitate <br />Only imitate <br />And see <br />How much could we bare <br />And how much should we wait? ? ? ? <br /> <br />? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? <br />? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? <br />? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?<br /><br />Aisha Razem<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/genocide-4/
