Monday, January 19, 2009

Childhood in Gaza

Bombs exploded over our rooftops
Left our home in shackles
The debris killed my brother
He had been hiding in the bathroom
Too afraid to go out and play
All he did was look outside
Overhead at the heartless drones
That emitted the white phosphorus bombs
Under the flag of Israel
Land of the dispossessed people and refugees
What about the Palestinian refugees?
Will the world not care about us
Until they put us in concentration camps?
That's all that'd be left for them to do--
We've already been bombed, murdered
Imprisoned, terrorized, tortured, despised
Like my brother, a defenseless child
My hope died after the blasts
All that is left is flesh and blood
The heart and soul have been torn out
And my eyes see only aircrafts and arms

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