Oh! Don't U see the dead bodies? <br />In lovely land of scarifies.. <br />Oh I hear the weeping child... <br />Oh! I hear broken women… <br /> <br />But I cant see where it is.. <br /> <br />Is it Palastine? ..or <br />Is it Israel? .. <br />But they both bleed in same colour <br />Similar in their life and food. <br />May B'cause I could not differ <br />Both at once when I see them. <br /> <br /> <br />But I see their broken faces <br />With a mood of extreme lament <br />But their eyes were sharp that pierce <br />As they had something to raise! <br /> <br />Some had to answer that mob dent chase <br />What for killing innocent us? <br />Is it because of having symbols? <br />That chained us when we born at once. <br /> <br />We don't have a passion for… <br />Living in a grateful city <br />But we have only a passion for… <br />Live and let our children live <br />In a land of peace and prosper… <br /> <br />Oh dear, can we dream of one such time? <br />Without the shouts of boots and fire. <br />Let us hope for such a time? <br />Though we know it unfeasible.<br /><br />Sandhya S.N<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/palestine-or-isreal/
