Gazan boys playing on seesaw Photo: Scott Nelson
And another day in Gaza
Another day in Palestine
A day in prison
And we live on
Despite Israel’s very much identified flying objects
That we see more than our family and friends
And despite Israel’s death sentences
Like lead
Cast upon the head
As we sleep
Like acid rain
Gnawing at our life
Clinging to it like a flea to a kitten
And stuffed in our throats
The moment we say ‘Amen’
To the prayers of old women and men
Despite Israel’s birds of death
Hovering only two meters from our breath
From our dreams and prayers
Blocking their ways to God.
Despite that.
We dream and pray,
Clinging to life even harder
Every time a dear one’s life
Is forcibly rooted up.
We live.
We live.
We do.
They should make Gaza the most beautiful place just to p*** compulsory expellers off. Enviromental resistance against campaigns of destructions.
i love refaat’s poetry. everything he writes moves all around in me.
We live, We live, We do, that says so much, Hope springs eternal. And those humbled, God lifts up and exalts. I expect there is an appreciation of life there we here in the US know little about.
Stunning photo as well, perfectly illustrating Refaat Alareer’s words.
And Israeli contractors are profiting from Israeli destruction of Gaza:
link to timesofisrael.com